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 That evening we cleaned shalom for a group coming the next day. We had supper then I had a  counseling session with Emery. Before going to bed we had a bible session, just the three of us. The next morning I was up at 7:00 as usual and went for a run. Emery had already left 20 minutes earlier so I was alone today. I didn't mind though. This was my time to be alone with God before the busyness of the day came. I ran around the lake and across the bridge. I stopped halfway across the bridge to watch the sunrise. After I caught my breath, I ran the rest of the way to shalom. 

 I showered, ate breakfast, did my devos and cleaned up my part of the room all before 9:00 AM. Emery started schoolwork and I finished cleaning for a group we were hosting that evening. It took a while but by 11:30 I was finished. I peaked in on Emery after I was done and found her hard at work. 

 Lunch came and Emery was out the door like a lightning bolt. She flew across the field, heading toward the dining hall. I realized the her and Harper were racing. 

 "Look at those two, Tay," I said to Taylor.

 "Two peas in a pod already," Taylor replied smiling. I just laughed. 

  I walked into the dining hall and could smell sloppy joes and fries. I was so hungry and the smell made me even more hungry. I noticed Emery looked a little bit nervous but she did eat all of her lunch. I was proud of her for that. Emery and Harper sat in silence for most of lunch so I talked with some of the other staff. We talked about the group coming that evening and how our days were going. It was nice to talk to my friends again. I had been very busy with LDP and Emery so I hadn't had time to talk with friends other than Taylor much. 

 When we got back to shalom, Emery headed straight for the bathroom which I thought was kind of odd. I walked to the bathroom slowly and stood there silently. I could hear her crying then throw up. I stood there in shock, only realizing then, what she had done. My heart sank. 



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