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violet-child: May 28th, 2012 I drove an hour this morning to put down the deposit on Margaret, our hairless princess. Soon we will take her home once she is a bit older. I got in a fight with the mother today. It’s easier to live three hours away, and the mother and father can call every other week or so for chat. “How are you?” “Work was long today.” “I love you!” With Houston looming in the near horizon, chat is stripped away for arguments. Money is the king of the new age and people stuff their heads with that sage coloured paper. Yes Mum, I know I am no longer fifteen. I just took out the trash and I wish I could’ve tossed my disorders out as well. I didn’t drop forty pounds so you could swim in hospital bills. I’m sorry, Dad. I’m sorry that I have to uproot my little family here and come back to a place I hated to become the sullen, underweight adolescent again. I’m trying to take care of myself, I just can’t shake the winter.
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