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November 10, 2011
I left a lot of my belongings back in Texas. His mother brought them over today. (Why she had them, I couldn't begin to fathom.) I hid in my room while my own mother talked to her. In the dark. Whispering into my phone.

I should have asked the woman to just burn it all. Too many memories are attacked to that box, tied into this scarf, linked on the end of those charm bracelets.

He wasn't evil. He wasn't intentionally cruel (I don't think). He was just a little boy trying to keep love from leaving him behind again.