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Fuck it was hot. It was probably the worst day of the year. I was dragging my luggage down the road. I didn't care if any holes tore into it. It was an old bag. Nobody would buy it for a dollar. She bought it for me for my eighteenth birthday. I couldn't stand her. She was always pestering me, sneering at me, holding a grudge and telling me that I had better things to do with my life.


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