I miss Elena. I realized that every time I see the scar on my hand I will think about the day she died. It didn't occur to me until yesterday which I find a little strange. Maybe it was because sometimes my scar is darker and itchier than others and yesterday was a particularly dark and itchy day.
I can't wait for summer and swimming and (hopefully!) camping and traveling,
I can't get no satisfaction.
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