Everything in this post is true A Backpack And A Dream When my brother was 8 and I was 16, he ran away from home. It was a nice afternoon in late spring. He let me know he was going as he packed up his backpack, because we were very close. “Where are you going?” I asked as he stomped out the front door…
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8 months ago · 2 likes · Eneasz Brodski
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