You. Will. Not. Come out of your house and that is okay with me, I'm not standing on no front porch waiting I'm warm in here. I'm across the street (you're across the street) and we can see each other and wave, looking up from our knitting.
We'll never leave, but one day we'll hold up our arms to show that we've both been working on the exact same sweater.
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