November 27, 2014 (Thanksgiving)

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November 27, 2014 (Thanksgiving)

This is the first night that I actually got to sleep in the room. I wake up early, about 6:30, because I had a flashback about the boat wreck. That was one of the worst parts of my life and probably the worst part of Matthews too. I was eight now and he was sixteen, a little under a year since I broke by arm.

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