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May 2005 / Volume Six / Issue Three | |||||||||
Mike Boyle | |||||||||
It felt like a sunday i drive over honk the horn twice get out knock on the door try it it's locked this was once my parent's house the house i grew up in she comes to the door and i press my nose against the glass blowing steam through my nostrils i don't know why it's so hard going there anymore driving up i feel like i'm putting on armor but it's fine just the past we talk for hours i fix something on her computer that i built for her and drive off after hearing all about the family i never keep in touch with and never did she looked happy i would go back to the schoolyard to defend her again but that isn't needed anymore |
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