June 7

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June 7

dear Em,

remember when we used to sleepover at each others house almost every weekend? i miss that. so much. i haven't done that in a while.

or the time i was supposed to come over buy then all of a sudden my dad said u couldn't

me: alright it's almost time to go!

dad: oh no, you're not going.

me: why?! this is one of the last times i will get to see Em!

dad: go look in the kitchen.

me: what there's nothing in there ...?

dad: exactly! me and your mother had to clean it!

me: when? before or after you were fighting?!

dad: excuse me? go to your room.

i didn't clean it because i didn't want to be down there while they were yelling at each other like a bunch of six year olds. i'm pretty no one else would either. he told me

"to bad.lots of people have to do things when they don't want to. like how i have to go to work when i don't want to.

that's different. that's so different

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