I'm gonna miss Memphis!!!
Waahhhh....
I fly out after tomorrow.
Tomorrow is my last day. My last bullseye match. My last Memphis barbeque. My last artic night under warm, fluffy sheets in a bed twice the size of my bed in Marikina.
My last day with my room that was re-arranged so that it no longer mirrors the place where nightmares happened, back when
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