Thursday, June 7

What went wrong

My parents come to pick me up from my apartment and take me somewhere. I am changing pants and look in the mirror and the backs of my legs are entirely covered in nasty bruises. I touch the one running down the back of my left thigh and it is incredibly painful.

Buffalo Exchange has a top floor, and I go up there with a friend. It turns out that she is friends with the guy working there, and he asks us to watch things while he goes pee. The second he leaves my friend starts talking about stealing things. I point out that everything has one of those tags that would set off the alarm. The only way to get the clothes out would be to toss them out of the window. Hey wait, that's almost a good idea.

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