I was given a morning under the watchful eye of the vice principal. He gave me space to grieve and pack. Jenna kept asking: are these yours?
Yes.
They are all mine.
I'm taking it with me.
Yes.
Put it in my truck.
I took it all.
Stood in the alley and threw half away.
But yes. It was all mine.
If it was yours, then throwing half away was probably cathartic. Good for you.
ReplyDeleteWow.
ReplyDeleteAnd good for you, I also say.
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