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[bophur]

My brother Gabe left Portland to go live in Chicago with his friend, Matt, and some other guys. He was living with us for a while before he left to save up some money. We hung out a lot. Played video games, just talked, played frisbee, etc. It's strange to see his things gone. When he left, we said our goodbyes, and as he pulled out of the driveway

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[fate_spiral]

For the past few months, I've sort of assumed that I'd never really talk to my mom again.

We're back on speaking terms now, and it's the strangest thing ever. I don't really know what to say sometimes. Or how to say it.

Sort of relevant.

[bophur]

Yeah. I feel like I was being melodramatic. I think I thought that I wasn't gonna talk to my brother for a real long time. Sort of a reality check when he came back.