June || I sit in my room, looking through my possessions. Not much; just the first metallic green envelope that my best friend ever sent a letter to me in, along with the letter. My mother's silver pendant, the shoe someone threw at me while I was part of a Broadway play, and my passport.

June || I sit in my room, looking through my possessions. Not much; just the first metallic green envelope that my best friend ever sent a letter to me in, along with the letter. My mother's silver pendant, the shoe someone threw at me while I was part of a Broadway play, and my passport.

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