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in which my mother runs for president

My mother was the same age as and looked a lot like Elizabeth W*rren. Last night I dreamed I was at a Warren rally and then she turned into my mother and we were drinking beers together and laughing but even in the dream I felt sad.

Today I just started crying about it all for no reason. No reason I guess except that she is gone and I don't know if I'll ever get used to it.

5:40 pm - 06.10.19

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