best get going. I don't want you driving after dark. And be careful!" "I will.", I said while crying into his chest. Tears blurring my vision, I slipped into my car, quickly driving out of the driveway. Although few words were spoken, volumes were said. Three days, two breakdowns, and twelve hundred thirty-four miles later, we safely arrived in Carrollton, Texas. This was the beginning of the end.
             Though Texas seemed far away, I still found time to phone home. I began making Texas my home. Moving with three friends from school, made the transition easier. Joe, an athletic runner, was the oldest; and, C.J., a mama's boy, also came along for the promise of a new beginning. We moved into a three-bedroom townhouse located near a green belt and only seven miles from work. With training completed, a routine developed as we settled into our new jobs. C.J. and I
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