Friday, March 14, 2025

     The torture is severe; I can't stop crying.  I got a little bit of sleep.  I feel exhausted.
     None of my DEBIT, nor, credit cards is connected to the account, and, working.  I don't have any money, for food, and, cigarettes.
     My online hotel reservation, for tonight, failed.
     I remain unaccompanied.
     I really hope that I make it home, to Sam Hithye,  To be with him, and, see him, and, go to the grocery store, together.  And, maybe, to the symphony, together.  Please, come, and, get me, now.  I want to go home.

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