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The Immortal Effect… again

When we got to the bus Stacy took off “to get back to work” but I strongly suspect her full recovery from worrying about her co-worker, were the gorgeous guys that I so wish I could’ve fought with her, over. I showed the bus-driver my bus card and asked the person in the seat in front of me to wake me up when we got to Newport. The bus arrived at Newport at 8:37 and that fifteen minute nap hadn’t helped much but it had helped. Ok, just two more blocks, I plug myself into my I-pod and walked home. All the lights were off in that cookie-cutter house; expect for the front porch light, they were still waiting for

me even though this week was hell week for doctors…my parents were still waiting for me. I smiled and unlocked the front door.