Saturday, January 11, 2025

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 Saturday, January 11, 2025




There was no snow where I live. It was cold and I could hear the freezing rain on the roof. I didn't go anywhere yesterday or today.



I have been exercising at home.


I need a boyfriend. I don't know how I will find my first boyfriend.



It's Saturday. The weather changed how these past couple of days have been. 



I don't know what I'm doing next week but this week is ending tonight.

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