>That was going to be the title of yesterdays post. The one I was too tired to write. The stuff coming down was white like snow but felt like rain, like the sky couldn’t decide what it wanted to spit down on us.

Right now I am sitting in a ballroom on the seventh floor of the Manhattan center waiting for the concert to start. Em, the two boys are here and for once we are sitting together and the boys are being themselves. They got candy and when Em asked what else they have, some random candy. And when she asks are you really that stupid the answer is, no its just an illusion.

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