Thinking

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The next few days I spent home remembering the promise I made to Sean. I would sit in one chair just staring into the old carpet which to me at that time it was my space and nothingness. My mother would ask many times what was the matter which was the one time a day I would respond to her with " nothing." I knew I soon would have to do something else than just sitting like a statue . When I stood I had flashbacks to when I was reporting to Sean at night and the nightmares about him and my father. The last thing I remembered was him looking at me surprised and then I could feel gravity pulling on me then making me collapse.

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