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Thank 's For The Ride

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“Thank’s for the ride,” I tell the taxi driver after I pay him. Then get inside the mall, and head for a bench.
Oh please, please, please-- be in the here phone. Come on, god, please say that I had the slightest common sense to bring my phone!
After looking through all my pockets; bag pockets, even shoes, I sat on the bench, devastated.
Maybe I can ask someone if I can use their phone!
Wow, that was a slow thought process. I smile to myself when I think this. I pick up my single duffle bag and ask a few people if I could use their phones.
Of course, at that point, I realize, that I don’t know my grandparents phone number. Well, isn’t this just great.
I go outside again, rushing to find a map of the city. Once I do find one, I hastily look for my grandparents neighborhood.
AH! Here it is!
I barely turn around before I see a payphone.
If only you thought to bring a quarter or two, huh, Rayna?
Going back to the thoughts of a route I try to swiftly remember a quick trail to quickly remember the course toward my grandparents house. I think it worked, because as I walked the road toward their house, everything started to look more and more familiar.

At one point, the sun started to dim. That was the only thing I was conscious of, my thoughts were too loud for me to focus on anything else.
I did notice the simplest things, though. Like how the wind blew ferociously. Everything was becoming dark, and gloomy, everything was just really cold. Even the houses, okay, if houses

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