Today is the day I was supposed to see Sara. I should be in Queensland, right now. I should be holding her.
I'll bet all the non-imperfect Americans are celebrating freedom like they always do, uncaring of those who aren't actually free in their country--and uncaring about the fact that their country isn't even truly free for them.
I've split my meal bar into five pieces instead of three, so I'll have two bits to eat, tomorrow. Rationing food is difficult. I wish I could have saved my backpack. There were several snacks in there, still.
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The Imperfect's Journal: 2
General FictionMemory loss, chronic pain, tremors. These three characteristics of Darren Stratt's illness raise the difficulty of Darren's exodus from the United States, a country that has decided he is "subhuman" and "imperfect", just like anyone else the governm...
