The Accident

There was a bad accident on my street this morning. A car even flipped over, which is always a strange thing to see. These things make me feel odd.

I keep thinking about my dad today. How I am “supposed” to write or call him, how I am supposed to have a relationship with him.

I’m sleepy.

M…regarding our friendship, he gets it. And he is very kind at heart.

I love that it is now light out in the evenings.


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