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Literature

Life is a Canvas - Chapter 11

I lost track of time as we walked. I was too busy wallowing in self-pity to bother being social, so Nia and Charlie hung out together a little in front of me. I don’t have the greatest sense of direction, so Charlie had once again taken the lead. I left them to it, thinking my own thoughts and feeling sorry for myself. Hey, get rid of that look. Yes, I’m a person who sometimes feels sorry for themselves. Everyone does it. And I’m not a hero who puts all that aside “for the mission” or whatever. The mission at this point was more walking, I was tired and cranky, feeling bad about Charlie, and worried about my Dad