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We’re lounging around the Brube, when Nikki walks in. You feel however you feel about that, about her. She’s wearing a messenger bag, which isn’t something I’m used to seeing her in, so I ask her about it. Nikki smirks, walks near me leaving a trail
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No, not that one
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There’s an apartment complex at the intersection of Tradewinds & Povich. Well, I call it that, but it’s a misnomer. It’s like a housing development, I guess, but it’s structured more like an apartment complex in rows. Each unit is like a duplex or row house
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Dad gets back inside, gets seated and situated. There’s college football on the beamtube. Mom put it on earlier. Ordinarily—and by that I mean before his mind was damaged—he would be consumed by this game. He would quite possibly literally be getting up on the couch and
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Three generations, on one swing
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Dream #7
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Dream #8
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Much of the day, Emory had little to do. So she would play this old school turn-based strategy game called Master of Magic on her laptop and listen to music. The gameplay featured two planes of existence, which could be toggled by a button in the corner. Emory really liked
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And a summary of the experience
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Which is kina bad news.
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This one is from day 7. We’re on day 27 now, just for context. So the how and why of it have changed some, but it is remains essentially the same chapter. We’re in bed at the Brubaker, in my room, listening to “Secret Garden” by The Boss.
