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The Girl sat in the passenger seat of the car as it sped down the wet, slippery freeway. She gawked out the window at the images that quickly went by her. Large, abstract homes painted different colors with trees, bushes and flowers surrounding them dripping wet. The creepy, crawly moss soaking up every drip. It crept in the cracks of the rocks, around the corners, and up the walls. She saw the beaten up brick building she went to school in, 85th and Aurora where she used to catch the bus, Java Club where she went to meetings, the white and blue house where all the controversy began. She sat back, closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and said to herself, "I'm home." And she wished that he were there with her sharing in the splendor.