He doesn't know street names but he drew me a map anyway which I follow the best that I can. And I start to feel really nostalgic when I recognize where I am. Taft Avenue is gone, ashes. Nothing remains but a school which has a name that I can't remember.
I pull myself together. Some structures around me are still smoldering. I hear sirens. This is the first day after the end of the world.
I see her desk. I start to cry. Everything is wet, grimy, but still intact. First, her records, her library books, her lunch box. I'm happy she isn't here to see this.
I leave as soon as I am done and start to worry which courier will agree to send this stuff.
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