fyi
My roomate is listening to a thumping bass techno version of that song "when I think about you I touch myself"...everytime she sings the word "about" the schwa becomes a digitized high pitched "i-i-i-i-i"
Ten years, one deployment, 455 days left and...now what? Just lookin for someone to play the game with me now.
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Take long, calming breaths and don't be afraid to reach out for help if you need it.
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