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April 12, 2007
That morning I felt uneasy driving to my cousin's, guilty for what I was about to do. She let me in and I observed she was just watching tv and sitting with Beamer. The glare from her television caught the remaining milk left in a cereal bowl next to the couch. My aunt took my key, bid me off, and I was sat between two big guys on the plane asking why I was going on vacation in Detroit. "Just visiting friends, I said.
I got distracted with the whir of the jet engines and the endless cloud landscape.