I kept walking. I could see my house now. It looked no different than it had two days ago—the same faded play equipment in the yard, the patchy dry grass, the American flag. I’d walk through that door and this would be over. But it was over already. Bailey wasn’t going to come flying around the corner, open the door, and yell at me to climb in. We weren’t going to drive off into the sunset on another madcap adventure. That would ruin everything. I didn’t want to ruin everything. I didn’t. It was time for me to go inside, say hi to my parents, and start living the life I’d driven two thousand
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