I spent the Thursday afternoon listening to the guys in that band play. I'm really such a fan of theirs. They're all such wonderful people, so carefree...
Before I left, one of the guys let me borrow his copy of The Stranger. I finished it that night after I returned from dinner. I really liked the part where he said he never saw the face of God in that wall, just Marie's. I thought about it the whole time I spent sweeping the porch that night.
Yesterday I talked to my mom, and halfway through, I started crying. It was a good three minutes or so before I stopped. It was pretty stupid. I wasn't even sad.
I think I'll...
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