The thunder crashes outside.

There's nothing really to write.

Except that my blush covered me head to foot and back again when you called.

And that Ohio doesn't own the rack after all and leaves my limbs and soul intact.

I will never move back here.

And a superficial side note (because I'm shocked at myself): I've lost sixty-six pounds since March, which isn't good or bad but fact.

My mother's out of the hospital. My brother's slightly taller than me now, and I can't wait to be home, though home is neither Boston nor here.

Breathing gets a little easier everyday.

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