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I don't think Jerome realizes I broke the window because he never came into the room
So I put some clothes in a bag and I kicked the hole and made it bigger
As much as I like being here I don't want to be here.
I feel kind of bad though
This is probably going to hurt Jerome pretty bad
But I don't fucking care
I've decided I'm going home. Not my old apartment. My parents house. I can stay there until I find somewhere else.
I silently and swiftly climbed down until I got the ground.
"You're doing the right thing" I thought to myself
I heard many city noises but one thing stood out. Jerome. He wasn't causing the noises. No, was yelling at someone.
I always run into him don't I?
"NO NO DON'T TELL HER SHE'LL HATE ME! NO! STOP"
What the hell?
I ran
I ran home
