Lydia Bowman
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Learning how to release things into the world is the goal that has brought me here. I am a creature of habit who dearly loves my family and crafting a good lyric.
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The Heist
I took my first step toward the bank, scarcely believing that I was really going to do this. A second disjointed step. How had it come to this? I glanced over my shoulder to the spot where we would often park to watch the bank together: just Dad and I. Feeling wholly disconnected to my feet, I still noted that they were moving forward. Almost as if they were on autopilot. All those days spent sitting next to Dad, watching the bank, and chatting about all of our plans for the money that we would soon be rolling in —faithfully noting all goings-on in the little black notebook. In this fashion, we sought to ignore that the dialysis treatments had less and less effect on him.
By Lydia Bowman5 years ago in Criminal
