Thirty
Mia Time was a conundrum. When you lived day-to-day, not knowing what to do next, where to go next, it went by faster and slower at the same time. In the times of almost peace, it zoomed by, whereas the times of pure despair, it dragged by to the point of you wanting to kill yourself just so time would stop taunting you. When I got to Chicago, I didn’t mind it much. I thought it could be a place to settle down. Maybe find my own apartment. After I found the right person to forge some documents for me, I found a job, serving at a little diner. I bought myself a car with a good chunk of my cash. It was an old Toyota Corolla that I was convinced I got for a steal. It may not have been a great car, but it got me places, which was all that mattered. It was something I had never d
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