Thirty-Two
Mia It ended up being a little less than two weeks. Due to the fact the second I could stomach eating something, I started eating so much I ate my way through my funds a lot faster than I meant to. I had also stayed in a much nicer motel than usual when I got to Nashville, because I was tired of being a nasty homeless person living out of their car. The food and the small amount of comfort put a little color back in my face, giving it a bit more roundness than was there weeks before. I pat my cheeks while staring in the mirror of my hotel bathroom, pinching them. Yeah, much rounder. My hair even looked a bit healthier, almost completely it’s natural color, reaching a bit past my hips. I was convinced that was due to me washing it so little over my homelessness.
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