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Letters From Not Saints

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You asked me to write when I got settled. Don’t really know what settled means, but I’m up here, the heat is on.

It’s not a bad walk to the grocery store, but the walk back with five bags of stuff sucks.

My ribs still hurt, but I guess I knew they would. If it gets icy and I fall I’m fucked.

Other than that I’m relieved to be here.

Thanks for helping me get out of the city.