She thought of the suitcase, the seventy-seven dollars for a Greyhound ticket that had expired. She used to play violin, you know. ‘Aye, sir. Wood, popping her head through the window. “Is everything okay?” His mother touched his 251 shoulder gently, standing up. Sometimes I think I’ll miss them and I start to cry, but I’m ready to have a life of my own.
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