This year's not so bad. I feel I've found my place. But lately I've had to escape from my room, into the cool late summer air, because with the constant stream of people down the sidewalk I don't have time to think but only to focus focus focus not like in the room with the clack clack of Minori's fingers on the keyboard ringing in my mind as what if what if what if stop it STOP Darcie.
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