14. September. 2007.
Mom and Michelle are getting along, I guess. Connor's out of jail. I jabbed my heel with the refrigerator again. I might runaway to South Dakota, even though that's about a forty-eight hour walk or something. I might get my GED and skip death altogether.
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In the Days of Chapstick, Gum, and Soda
HumorI might write a book. I don't know. Life happens to get in the way of that sometimes. * * * * * Inspired by @Woowoowriting and her books: The Darlings of Suburbia and Seeking Connections. * * * * * Short Story #319 Hu...
