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The night collapsed when I finally arrived inSan Francisco. Summer seemed like a dullwhisper, holding me back slightly. I sat in the backseat of the car, listening to myparents’ silence. It wasn’t gloomy. There wasn’t a signof doom. It was sophomore year And things wouldbe different. Everyone knew that. Sophomore year?Things counted now.
The night collapsed when I finally arrived inSan Francisco. Summer seemed like a dullwhisper, holding me back slightly. I sat in the backseat of the car, listening to myparents’ silence. There was not a signof doom. It was sophomore year And things would be different. Everyone knew that. Sophomore year? Things counted now.