Dad called this afternoon telling me that I still can't go home!!! I don't have anymore dress here with me!! I miss my bed. I miss watching TV. I miss rolling on my bed early in the morning. Oh and my mirror, my dresser, my pocketbooks. Usually, I miss my things at home. the usual that I do. Fart that flood!! I can't even cross the flooded streets. how I wish I can go home tomorrow.
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