Moving out and my hands are rusty and dusted (dusty and rusted?). And my feet stretch out onto the familiar thick paint of the porch and I am waiting to go out for AIR7's birthday and I hope (pray) that I don't see Alexis, and then suddenly, everyone that I see looks like her.
Well, I am waiting for BigSis and AIR7 and Bro-in-Law to meet me here and everyone is late. Rick just walked by and stopped to say hi. Now a pale faced (demon?) girl passes and my right foot starts to tingle and two people look at me oddly. Two more that I don't know walk by and I swallow and softly realize the passage of time.
I almost can't wait for the year to begin so I can indulge in all of the wonderful health-atrocities that I have been working so hard to stamp out!
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