Funerals, Finality, F.I.T
Well, my dad is offically dead and burried. It was a nice serivice. I wrote I guess what you would call a eulogy and read it. My mom started bawling.
Later that day I went to New york.
Two days later I went on my interview at The fashion Institute of Technology.
One day later I came back to Georgia.
Now all I want is sleep.
You have my condolences. Call me if you would like to talk.
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I’m sorry my friend. -H.
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