My mom moved. With her she brough boxes upon boxes of my stuff. A teenager's room full of stuff. Yearbooks. Swim team posters. Goggles. Lifeguarding certifications. Old unworn clothes. Ancient high school I.D.s. Tickets for Metra trains
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are you ever coming back? shit. no more movies in your basement... how wierd is that. its depressing to think that i'm not going to see you until i have about $500 extra to throw into traveling... i have no idea when that is.
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ps im not actually a stalker, just bored.
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