Literally closing the door to a part of my life
And so I took a breath and closed my apartment door one more time before it idealy changed into my "roomate's apartment door." The rest of my belongings were in my car as well as my dad's truck. My bed looked odd on top of my dad's truck, strung by rope that normally holds up pipes from his work. While he tied it I had been up in my room, walking
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