I walked into my apartment and promptly dropped the 32 oz Dr. Pepper fountain drink I had just walked to the gas station to buy. It burst open, spilling everywhere. I yelled and fumbled for the lightswitch. McCall meekly emerged from our room. "Are you okay...?" "Yeah, yeah... I guess... I'm so mad. I just bought this. And now I don't even get to drink it," I said.
Scotty's going to Madagascar.
Madagascar.
Grant is leaving.
Okalahoma.
Two of the single most important people in my life are leaving for two years, with no promise of me ever seeing them again.
That's it, I'm leaving. I'm going to leave too. I'm leaving Utah and I don't know when I'll be back.
I just... need money to leave first.
GOODBYE!
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believe me, this has crossed my mind many a time... get some disease and die in the field... its so scary. but nonetheless i'm excited! :)
ReplyDeletePS... you'll be back, when we are back. the end.
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ReplyDeletethink what you wish, scotty.
ReplyDeletegreg.... shuddup
Remind me to send congratulatory flowers to Scotty & Grant for being the two most influential people in your life. Me, your dad& Kwiden, Gram, Pop... we'll all just disappear quietly into the background.
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