PHL

TUESDAY, JULY 24TH

I landed.

I really landed.

By this point I’ve lost track of how long I’ve been traveling, but the minute I hit the ground I text my ride home. They’re waiting for me at baggage claim already. I debark the plane and I’m drenched with the sticky, disgusting sweat of a humid summer day.

It’s good to be home.

I get to baggage claim, looking for my ride home, and there’s Jilly wearing a fake mustache, or maybe she had her hair curled over her lip, holding a sign that said “CATRON”.

I thought reeeeeeeeally hard about getting back on that plane. Dork.

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