*sometimes i want mom to put her hand on my forehead and say if i'm sick or not. but mom has her own anxiety down in florida. if i put my hand there it feels the same as the rest of me and i don't trust my hand. i could try a thermometer but i only have an outdoor one. i wanted to go to the down's kid's art show but i don't want to make r. sick. i go through about seven months of winter this way. i'm like a grasshopper who can't live in the cold, but neither can he (i) die.
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