Monday

 Junior is working on a writing commission from one of the school taxi drivers, he is writing a story with the word 'toast' in it hundreds of times. It started as a joke apparently but now he is actually working on it and the guy's dad who is also a driver sometimes has said he will make sure the son keeps up his side if Junior delivers. Wish it didn't worry us. It was really difficult making the decision to apply for transport, where are the biggest risks for him, walking through town or with council approved taxi drivers? There was someday in horrific weather when he couldn't get a bus home and his leg pains eventually swung it.

Pretty sure I'm all out of systems, arrangements, fucking compromises, maybe even shit we can't fight if, when some shit happens I'm not sure what We will do. Maybe We always feel like this though when We know the bullshit peace is about to shatter and We don't understand why We can't just leave or why no one has called.


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