I don’t care anymore I don’t care if this house isn’t ours and this yard isn’t our responsibility, I live here and I’m going to make it look right. This afternoon I started fixing the yard and let me tell you it is one of the longest processes I’ve ever heard of. The only thing that kept me going was Bryce. I could hear his voice in my head saying “ because your backyard is like covered in turds! Look at your place Juli! Just look at it. It’s a complete drive!” I spent all afternoon plunging at bushes and raking out unwanted branches, pretending each branch was Bryce’s head. I got a surprise visit though, Chet, Bryce’s grandfather came around to give me a hand on the yard. At first it was pretty awkward but then I started to tell him about my life. He understood me; he understood what I was feeling. I think this is going to make a huge difference.
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