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06-08-08|
3:28 am
I am telling the truth now. When I was sixteen, my father disappeared for three days. I wrote about it. I haven't reread that entry. For all I know, my mother knew where he was and didn't tell me. I never found out. He came home. It was the feeling I had. That something terrible happened but probably didn't. That I would probably be lucky, what if I wasn't, but I probably was. That feeling. I haven't remembered this is years but tonight I am. |