I was at Temple. I was wearing and old dress of Zia Liva's. I wasn't wearing underwear, the wind blew up my dress, exposing myself to people on the streets. There was a dorm where the Fox School of Business would be. Kate lived there and we hung out for a little. I then met up with Monty and other people at Broad and Oxford where we started walking westward. The city soon became the suburbs, despite the fact we hadn't gone far. It was night at this point and we entered into a stranger's house. We sat on their sofa in their nice suburban home. I was sitting on a sofa squished with Colin and Kathryn laughing and snickering at a police officer asleep on a sofa facing us. Steve was sitting next to him.
I was in the backyard of 125 Farwood. Paci was standing on the monkey bars of the jungle gym we had there. I would hold up a photograph of her and block her out and she'd disappear. I went into the house and looked at old videos and photographs. I could hear her nails clicking against the wooden floor. I went into my pantry and found an old Christmas photographs of Mama and my dad when they were still together. There was a photo of my mom in a white mermaid dress and Nonno in a tuxedo. I looked at another photo of my dad that same evening of the previous photo in jeans, a white button up and a small costume cape. My mom was in the kitchen and I asked her why he was dressed that way. She said it was a Christmas party and he had been preparing the outfit for months. Zia Liva had babysat me that night they went out to that Christmas party.
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