February 2012
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I’m seventeen and I’m lying in the back of Jake’s car. Vaughn is in the passenger seat. I am thinking about how I’ll never be as young as I am right now. It’s kind of cold in here and it’s almost been an hour since we dropped you off. I just got three texts but I’m ignoring them until I’m done writing this. There is something you should know, Mimi. I...
We’re on our way to drop you off at home. The drive is always shorter the way there, but longer the way back. I wish it were the other way around. We’re eating McDonalds. This sucks.