9/19/08 - Logan Class of December 2011 - Home

I walk to the bathroom, a fuscous room with a cracked sink, a wall of peeling paper, cracked plaster behind it, and a dingy mirror. I splash water onto the mirror and the dirt trails off. With my hands I wipe more off then rinse it again, drying it with crunchy toilet paper. I wear a dust mask, darker along my hairline and temple. ................
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