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No Longer

I like this shirt, it’s goes with those pants over there, I should grab them too..

Oh! Money. I’ll need that.

What else, what else.. my laptop? Why not.

“Get down here, dinner’s ready!” Mom called up to me.

I better eat alot of it if it’s going to last me through tomorrow when I can buy some stuff at Redners.

I’ll just slip on my sneakers, and then after dinner I’ll climb out my window.

I wasn’t frustrated as I walked down the stairs. I would’ve been, but it’s not worth it.

“Spaghetti.”

“Just eat it.”

Cheers.

Dinner was silent, and went on for what seemed like hours. Finally, everybody was finished, and I was about to head upstairs.

“I’m tired, I’m going to bed. G’night.”

“Good night, I love you.”

Of course.

I pocketed my cell, grabbed my stuff, and started my way down, which was a journey just as hard as I assumed the rest was going to be.

“Goodbye, have a nice life.” I said, and proceeded ahead.

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