I sighed and started packing once I returned to my house. I was trying to find things to pack, to no luck. What does one even take. A tour?? How do I do this?
I groaned, packing random clothes. A few dresses, a few shirts, a few jeans, like eight hoodies. I had to sit on my suitcase to shut it. No clue what this is going to be, but I'm ready.
At least I think I am.
I hope I am.
I decided to drop on the couch after finishing what I thought was good enough packing, and I flipped through channels to find The Real Housewives of Atlanta. This works. I reasoned with myself and settled on watching that, grabbing a Sprite from the fridge and coming back to the couch.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Shawn,
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