I can't stand looking at another picture of myself so here is Daniel killed a deer while Pa looks on happily.

It's 4:30 in the morning.

I can't sleep.

I feel crawly skinned and my body hurts. And I try to read things and my stomach starts boiling up into my chest like when you were in 7th grade and it's almost time to do your presentation in front of the class with a mixture of sitting in the doctor's office waiting to do a blood test.

Look, there's a dead deer.

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