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33. Bittersweet.
It's bittersweet, you know? Moving, packing up. Having to put the pieces of you past, or previous life into a box to start new. The emotions I had unpacking my things from leaving Dallas, have mutated, and the new form of them leaves me sullen here. There was never much, but the photo albums haunt me when they fall open and reveal a photo of mom and I, or a few of Dallas I hadn't gotten to toss yet.
Kellan decided we'd start with my house though. Smaller, fewer things. I'm still worn out and tender from the ridiculous day I had yesterday and lack of rest. This slows me, almost as much as these damn padded cuffs. Kellan doesn't complain though, he just helps me with things that prove difficult. Like taking away the albums and putting them away, or taking large sections of clothes with hangers down from the closet.
He decides we'll leave the futon, book shelves, and even the box spring and mattress as they are big and we won't need them. We fo
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