horrible dream. my parents and brothers died in a housefire, i'm driving across the country with a cardboard box of possessions in the backseat. windows down, emptiness slowly creeping through me. the cell phone rings, it's tuey begging me to talk, i ignore it and keep on driving.
turns out cell phone rang in real time, so i'm up now from my nap. bob wants me to go to the pool hall with him 'n chanel, but hell no i says. i plan on food and homework.
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