One Dream Dies

May 15, 2012, was the last day our store was open.
It was okay. When I left I didn’t look back.
There were a few customers with my brother and the accountant and her husband were there, so I just walked out.
I didn’t cry either.
Maybe I’d already cried them all already or maybe the Zoloft kept them away.
I’m not sure but I didn’t die.
So there’s that.

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