The Loud family across the street are strangely quiet. Maybe they're at church or something and he's yelling into a mic while folks cringe and sway.
Saturday, June 27, 2009
The sun is shining, the birds are twittering (not that twitter) and I have been crying for 3 days. I'm gonna take my sweetheart and our bicycles to the Burk-Gilman trail and we're gonna ride to effing Bothell. Then we'll eat the best raspberries and strawberries ever while dangling our feet in the big ole lake. I miss my dog. I miss my friend Negesti. I miss Karen and every other goddam person who died before they were supposed to.
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