I recall vividly, sitting Indian style as most children do, in my bedroom closet with tears streaming down my face. The room contained only walls, my wimpers echoing in the empty void.. Today was moving day and I fucking hated it. I lived on 76th Ave my whole life and being just shy of my tenth...
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