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February 3
When Mark Twain said that kindness is the language the dead can hear and the blind can see, I guess he was thinking about something so deep in his mind that he had to express the importance of being human. The necessity of being kind.
Today I visited Katy. I choose to miss school because I was sick. I wasn't really sick to the extent where I couldn't move my legs from one place to another. I was just sick to the extent that I was unable to drive my whole body to school.
Katy's room was lovely. She had her cylindrical music box turned up to its highest volume as she blasted some trending songs. She smiled as I reminded her of the night we spent together with Delaney. I know she wasn't really happy with Delaney joining us even though she didn't say it.
There is something I have been noticing these days and I think it may be true about me. Whenever I am around Katy, I think better because her voice soothes my eardrums and makes me feel alive. But today, even when s
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