Sometimes I think about packing up and disappearing.
I think about leaving and not telling anyone where I’m going, and just living the rest of my life somewhere else as if I was in the witness protection program or something. Maybe I could change my name to something like “Infinity Murgatroid” and move to Colorado, where I hear they have mountains that are cool and snowy throughout much of the year.
I could buy a home there and settle down for a long time in a nice chilly cabin, free from the pressures of life.
Maybe I could find a sweet guy in Denver who would visit my cabin now and then for some hot chocolate and marshmallows. 
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