But I keep pushing, slow as I am.
This is where my roommate said he would meet me, expecting that I would crumple to the ground and that he would give me a good ole kick in the ribs to get me going again. But I don’t see anyone-and, more alone than ever, keep on going.
(Turns out both of my roommates had left just a few minutes before I got there to go to class.)
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