My sister and one of my best friends are leaving for St. Luis this morning and I'm going to miss them. Liz and Alec are going on a trip with their publication class to a writer's convention, and I'm going to miss them. They're going to be gone from the morning today to Sunday night, and I miss them. I don't know what I'll do; what if they get in an accident and die? I've got to stop worrying or else I'll go insane, but I'll miss them. If something bad happens to them and they never come home everyone can kiss the rest of my life goodbye, because if I know that they're never coming back then I can't live. Yes, I'm a worry wart, but I'll miss them. I think it's bogus that they're leaving after their first two or three hours of school, friends and family won't get a chance to say a good goodbye. They will come back I'm sure. I'm more worried than a scrawny trouble maker in a bar full of bikers.
Did you know there are approximately 61,269 pizzerias in the United States. Americans eat approximately 100 acres of pizza each day, or 350 slices per second.
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