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Nine days had past, and it was finally time for me to get discharged. I couldn't wait any longer, I wanted out of there.
At 11 my mom had finally arrived with my dad to pick me up (I forgot if my sisters was with) anyways once I got out the first thing we did was eat, which was at waffle House since I never been. Because I was starving honestly. We then headed home on the long drive.

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