by Jackson Ferrell
The clock says 2:07. Everything aches. I walk to Sonic and order coffee and a large tots, and every time I think about today’s homework, or what I did last night, it drives another nail into my headache. It’s gray outside. Everything is so loud.
I close my eyes and pray, and pray, and pray.
Sunday, January 3, 2010
College Sunday
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