I wander up and down Fulton Mall until I find the place to drop off the package. My cough has gotten increasingly heavy, and my boss has said that after I drop this off, I can head home for the day.
I make it home, hungry and worn out from walking, but I still manage to walk down to get a Vietnamese sandwich, all the while trying to fight off the depression that inevitably hits when I'm sick, tired, and hungry. I realize that I can't kill myself, because it would be like leaving Katie, and that's never going to happen.
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