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Building a fort
NogLog Released Nov 15, 2012

Today I relived a childhood memory.

As a little girl, the gulf war meant: no school, playing with my cousins and eating the best food Grandma made. I somehow forgot the running-to-the-shelter-wearing-a-gas-mask part.

In the pillow fort I built in my head, this was, well, kinda fun.

Tonight, as the sirens went off, I realized: I am no longer a child and this was never fun.


 

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