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Bye Bye Chicago

I left the hospital with my Mom.

I remember everything and nothing about the trip home.

I remember pushing the down button and waiting for the elevator.

I remember getting a taxi to take us back to the apartment.

The memories are there, but there were no emotions; it was as if I were simply observing myself going through the experience.

I don’t even kno…

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