I didn't really mean it. It's much colder in my house. But I couldn't. It's part of the code, part of respect that I am obliged to follow. While I may feel more like family, the Finch's, to them then any other one of us, there is still a clear line. I was born with the line slashed into me, like a sword splitting my spine. Here are the whites.
Here are the blacks.
Make sure to keep your distance. It's not the feeling of sleeping in their home, it's the looks I would get when I woke up too early and took a walk in the morning. Those looks from the neighbors. But this isn't my dreamland, nor will it ever be, so I must follow the rules of the game. I guess I'll have to just dream of that someday. Hopefully tonight. Goodnight... Cal
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