21: I Google my Father’s Previous Addresses and the County Jail Pops Up
It’s the last Friday in August and the sun is setting in a town I’ve never been to, and I miss everyone I love. I google my father’s previous addresses and the county jail pops up, and right there behind it is a memory. The county jail in the exact town I’m in a farmhouse chic Airbnb in, drinking iced coffee and complaining about the road noise. I’ve ne…
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