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| ( 07.02.05 + 11:22 am ) i woke with a pain I am not going home soon enough, and I am going home too soon at the same time. I miss my family like I never have before. I miss friends! But John has been painting all sorts of stories to me in his e-mails. But two words from Evan is enough to make me feel sick all day, and there is no way I could ever face Chris sane at this point. I am not done in my Germany cocoon! Just another month, please!
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