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Journey is bringing dad home today. Between her and I we put our money together so I could pick up some groceries for the house. The doctor said his cholesterol is through the roof, and is probably due to bad eating habits. I already lost one parent, I'm seeing to it that this one stays around for a bit longer. Looking through dad's fridge, there was nothing but soda and TV dinners. The cabinets weren't any better, they were packed with chips and jerky. I had to throw most of everything away.
Chloe came shopping with me, wanting to catch up on things. I know she's going to ask about Camden, that's why I've been avoiding her. It's complicated.
"He likes sandwiches doesn't he?" Chloe asks, holding up deli meat and lettuce.
I shrug. "I'm not sure, he used to."
She gives a 'whatev
