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I can't wait, I can't wait. Sorry, for my yelling. Sorry again, I just realized that I'm writing in my diary. No one is every going to see this. I run home. No, I sprint home, right after school. I just sat around for 5 hours. I am going to sprint home to wait for dad, because it is my turn to hose him off. But not just that I see him. I see my father. I am going to see him for the rest of my life. I know that.

So I'm going to be happy about, and not a tiny bit annoyed. Like I should be, right. Sorry, I think I want to see my father, but do I really want to see him. I know that sounds weird, but is it. I am almost there, one step, two step, three step, repeat. I know it is weird, but 10 blocks turns into a minute easily. I take a few more steps then I am at my front door. The usually dog out the door. By the time I catch him. Mom is home with Diamond and Noah, who I think can walk home by there selves, but I don't really care.

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