The house is empty. Everyone is out. I didn't want to go.
Downstairs I can hear people celebrating.
The clock hasn't struck twelve yet. Not for another hour and ten minutes.
The house is quiet. The room is dark.
I know that out there somewhere, my friends are celebrating.
And I know that when they are done celebrating. I will be remembered.
Hopefully.
So I wait.
Jared
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