Gray forcast and rainy, a lot of food and drinks over breakfast. Three days ago a man I used to date in '98 dropped me off at my parents where I live in St. John, IN. Disheveled and scared I climbed out of his car, keeping my composure I think after a ride from his parents home in Highland Indiana three towns north of St. John.
The morning was dim,dingy, and moist with a chilly breeze. Traditions of chores and culture of family blew my mind. Dishes enough to feed colloßsal all armies for three people and enough television sets to open a Circuitry City my highschooligan boyfriend was still the same.
Up and down these big bulky, wooden staircase with a layer of dirt film thicker than I don't know and it makes me wonder these construction workers who build decks and balconies haven't revamped their own staircase leading upstairs to a mega hallway connection two rooms and a bath bigger than a studio apartment.
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