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reach the store. I order a cappuccino to
go and sit on a bench in the park,
drinking it, trying to feel normal again.
After a few hours, I feel well enough to
take the bus home. The train is a bit too
crowded for me today.
"Mom, I'm home." I shout.
"Honey, are you okay? I was
worried, sick," my mom fusses.
I hang my coat up and reach out to
Willow. "I am great now." I smile at my
