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war shit I hate to be maudlin, but I think about morbid stuff. I knew that terrorists wouldn't attack an airplane flying from Tucson to Las Vegas, but still, I imagined the situation. And I felt like crying. I couldn't imagine leaving that last message on his machine. I'm kind of scared of stuff right now. I used to worry about nuclear war back when I was a kid, but I thought that was over. I don't want things to be scary. But if they have to be, I don't want to be without my baby. Miss These?
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