Friday, February 21, 2025

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  Friday, February 21, 2025




I could have attended two things this evening but it was too cold for me. I didn't feel up to going anywhere. I wish that it had been warmer or that I felt like going. I wanted to go but I kept thinking about how cold it is tonight.



I don't plan to go anywhere tomorrow.




I don't know what I'm doing the rest of tonight or tomorrow.

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