When I heard mom wanted some things from the store, I offered to go. North Carolina now seemed boring, even if I had only been gone for two weeks. But I'd go back the next day, and by Sunday, I'd be back in New York, explaining to Louie how awful it was. There was no doubt in my mind, the weekend back home would be awful. Just awful. And he'd probably say it was awful because I let it be awful. He would probably be right. But I was still letting it.
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