10 october

You can't remember her name; you just remember that compelling story she gave in speech class about how she is left handed and how her grandma was as well. The story ends after she tells of how her grandma died and she took the "lefties do it right" mug that she always drank her coffee out of while reading the newspaper every single morning.

I'm going home today. It's the kind of place you try and get away from, but there's something that brings you back sporadically. I'm going to be in that house and feel a little more loved for those two days. Will it be everything I expect? Or will it make me remember why I left?

I'm feeling awkward. Maybe it was that the diet Vanilla Pepsi left me with a sick feeling and a headache. But I'm not here to complain.

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