176. ink on a pin.

29May09

Daddy is home, and all is well. The senior trip included hellbus rides, hanging with vaguely known acquaintances the whole time, and becoming friends in rollercoster lines, kosher food (most delicious knish EVER) jokes deal or no deal and bouncy balls. It was muggy and fun and there was a zoo. Dippin’ Dots are overpriced and yummy. Everything has gone fully circle, in this final year. I sat with the girl who bullied me mercilessly in sixth grade. She doesn’t remember. We were civil, we spoke some (smalltalk), I lent her a blanket. Life moves on so beautifully, an soon highschool will be a distant, vague memory.

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