novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- scattered have you ever felt like this? like everything you used to be still haunts you? they look at each other and then back at me. the fifth grade wall ball champion with a cast on her right leg pipes up:i think we have a fever. no, we don't, it's just stuffy in here,i tell them, repeating it to each one individually so they'll all understand. the pissed off nine year old stomps away, screaming yes over her shoulder at me. the nineteen year old hyperventilating art student and the sixteen year old new waver understand, and the tiny naked four year old nods her head like she does as well, but the twelve year old boy doesn't even make an effort to mask his confusion. what are we doing here? none of us like it here. what are we doing here? i have to make us money, i tell them.mom and dad won't be helping us for much longer. i'm in charge of all of me now. 2:52 pm - 7.18.01 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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