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July 7, 2009
It's seventy-three degrees today with little humidity in the air. When I opened my bathroom door, a whoosh of air blew into the hall that pricked my skin. The words, Winter is Coming, occurred to me then, the Stark family's mantra in Storm of Swords by RR Martin. Having rescheduled for today, I left a message on my mom's answering service, telling them to call me when they return...secretly hoping it wouldn't be for awhile yet. As coffee churned my stomach, I considered losing myself in a story of my own.