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it was a rough dry day, the kind of day that the only things you can see are in between the clouds of dust resting in the sticky air...i remember i was wearing my converses, the ones that were held together by a few attachments of string and the rest, with love. I could feel my ponytail swaying in the non-existant breeze, which i created with my fast pace walk. The steps up to the old man's house were dry-rot and resemembled memories where only paint chips existed now. The space, was familar though, as if i'd stepped in the living room a dozen times a day. The lemondade on the counter was sweating from the heat and the girls laughter from the other side of the room was comforting. What had brought me here, i'm not sure. But yet, a sense of urgency still existed within me to escape, something wasn't right. Then as if time skipped, i found myself speeding down one of those very dusty trails on a bicycle, closely followed by my closest friends, laughing and having a good time. I was lost, but went along with the ride anyways. After what seemed like an hour of exhasting riding, i looked up and noticed the surrounding shops and their signs. "Baylor drug and pharmacy", "Baylor diner", and "Baylor convenient gas and go"...the name, it was so familar..of someone...now i knew what it all meant..i was here for someone...for her...i quickly reached into my back pocket in grasp of my cell phone...searching through the names until i reached the N's...but as i tried to dial, the lit cigarette in one hand and the phone in the other..just wasn't enough to balance my bike..and crashing to the dirt i went........