Trips, Trips

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Sam I've been sitting on the edge of my bed for the past thirty or forty minutes I think, ar this point I lost count of how many attempts that I made to go downstairs, specifically go in the kitchen to make some breakfast. For some reason, I can't....nope it's like I could see them down there doing whatever it is they were doing, I know it's my best friend I should probably get over it, it's going to take me a few WHAT!!! I don't know before I could say I'm truly over it. A knock at the door got me moving, it's probably Nia coming to see why I'm hiding in my room. Opening the door I saw it was Austin the man of the hour standing there with an uncomfortable smile on his face. “ I... I, I hm I came to say I'm sorry about what you saw last night,” the whole time his eyes were on the floo

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