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27 February 2004 @ 22:51
my mood

As soon as I walked into the sunroom, my brother asks if he can move in with me. I tried to imagine my tiny room in Akron, already crammed full of my shit, bursting with the two of us and our stuff. There isn't even floor space for him to sleep on. There isn't room, period.

Once again, I am rewritting plans.
--Annie

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