
skinny-jeaned kid who glanced in her direction. What a thing it must be to have such blind faith in humanity.
By the time I was twelve years old I'd had eight different addresses.
I'm a lot less nomadic these days.
These are my adventures in the unlikely condition called home.
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do you even know how many skinny jeaned kids are here? you should all come down and see. i'm afraid i might not get to chicago until christmas and i miss you guys.
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