Hey,

Quarantiners, it's Rummy. I just listen to Alex's recording

and I think he and the four and maybe holiday are at my school. I'm headed over there to find them it's not that far

it was usually like a 10 minute walk in the morning but I'm going to turn off the recorder so I can run

Remy where are you going?

Hey feet, gotta run.

We've got to get back to those family walks. I think I'm a little out of shape.

Okay, I'm here outside this school and give me a sec to catch my breath. I see the window

Alex opened I think I can get through it. Pausing the recording again.

Okay, I've caught my breath and, whoa,

and, whoa, I'm in my school. So weird. I haven't set foot in here in seven months. At least I can still do math.

I remember that last Friday back in March, thinking we'd be back in a few weeks, and now, seven months and counting.

This is where Fiona and I came in. 7 months and counting.

This is where Fiona and I came in every morning. It was always packed with kids.

Everybody on their phones are choking around with each other.

The teachers would be telling us to get to homeroom.

Sorry, gotta stay focused.

Okay, the gym is this way.

Let me see if I can find Alex and the others.

Everything looks the same.

Like we could just walk in tomorrow and pick up where we left off. And hopefully soon. and

hopefully soon that's exactly what'll happen.

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