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I feel totally comfortable in ÍøÆسԹÏ. I don't worry about homophobia, sexism, or personal security. I can go running at 2AM here, without fearing for my life. I can smile at strangers. I can be myself. Leaving ÍøÆØ³Ô¹Ï means leaving home.

After a brief walk in the crisp night air during which I considered making pirate jokes, we arrived at the hospital.

I love the gym. I love sweating. I love running. I love lifting things. I love feeling my muscles quake.... Confession #12: I'm a gym rat.

There we were, plodding along side by side on the icy streets of ÍøÆسԹÏ, snow soaking in through the mesh of our running shoes, brisk wind turning our limbs rosy red, winter sun on our faces.

It's a bummer to be sick at school, but not as bad as you might think.