Chapter Nine. [S2]

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I'm in the wind, I'm in the water
Nobody's son, nobody's daughter 

Watching the chemtrails over the country club

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Like when we were kids
Under chemtrails in country clubs
It's never too late, baby
So don't give up

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[Rory's outfit]

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[Rory's outfit]

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IT'S Wednesday

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IT'S Wednesday.

Mine and John B's birthday. 

Yesterday, the pouges all discussed what tribute or memorial we should plan for my brother. Picture board, letters, or some impactful object we can remember him by. Invite some people who had a connection with him on the island; only those who still supported that John B was innocent. 

And...I just sat there listening to all the ideas they brainstormed. When I finally spoke, an idea had struck in my mind. 

John B, my twin brother, should be remembered by in the most meaningful way ever. And what would be more better than to give him a memorial in his own home. 

So...fast forward to this morning, here I stood in the backyard of the Chateau, in a pair of faded black shorts, a white tee and an oversized maroon shirt that belonged to my brother. Beside me stood Kie, a wooden box in her hand which contained one impactful object that reminded us of him. 

I saw Kie put in a few seashell bracelets that she made for him...we pouges all share matching bracelets. Pope put in an old picture of John B and him goofing around on our boat when we were kids, while I photo boomed their pic and ruined it. JJ put in beer bottle lids--weird yet understandable-- both of them used to bet on who could drink beer the fastest. Plus he put in some old pictures of us three, when we were kids...a special bracelets that I made for the three of us; back then we still hadn't met Kie and Pope.  

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