after i lost my closest friend, i called my mother to cry. she sighed on the other side and said, i told you not to tell anyone. i told you this would happen. and like the child that i am, i cried some more and stopped calling her regularly.
still, she drove an hour in Michigan slush to buy me a rug and a chair and a lamp to fill the empty space that swallowed all of the warmth in the dorm room. and before she left, she told me, i hope you figure out where you're going before you get there.
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