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Thursday, March 17, 2005
Drip … drip …
Walking home on a cloudy, windless day, I felt the chilling sensation of sparse cold raindrops on the nape of my neck. I soon realized what this meant: my posture was lousy! Had I been standing straight, my longish hair would have guarded my neck.
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