He turns and he says to me, "How do you feel about moving to San Antonio? You know, we're probably better off there."
I don't respond. It shouldn't matter what I think. I'm leaving soon so you can do whatever you want. The house there is nicer anyways. It's in a decent suburb. You've always wanted to live in the suburbs. I don't know why didn't just go there before I went to high school. It's not like I've lived in Oakland all my life. It's not like I've grown attached to it. It's not like I've made any good friends who are staying. I'm pretty damn tired of hearing police sirens. Why do you think I'm moving so far away?
I tell him it doesn't really effect me.
-Allan
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