All I can think is that I desperately want to go home, but I’ve got the most peculiar feeling that I don’t know where that is anymore.
Someone is playing Piano Man in the hallway. I will forever think of Austin Garrido and senior year and the library in that silly school when I hear that song.
I’m beginning to think I know exactly where home is, but it is the one place I cannot go. My home doesn’t want me there.
Bill, I believe this is killing me.
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