It's nearly been two hours since I took my socks off, and ran out of my house, slamming the door behind me. I did just what Amy told me too.
I got out.
I walked for nearly a half an hour, at least a mile, barefoot, in nothing but a flannel, at 9:30 in the cold Maine winter night.
All because of a stupid usual family fight.
The night started out
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