Ten (eleven) years ago this summer, my dad got angry at me and told me to go take a walk. So, I walked out of our pink-colored apartment complex, across the parking lot and the small, two-way street, and into a vacant lot that opened up onto the desert hills to the north of Price, Utah.
For the first time.
We listened to The Cranberries a lot that
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I'm sure I'll understand much more when I move away from here.
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