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blood mention

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I was eight, the first time my brother moved. He had spent the entire summer babysitting me, whereas I had spent the entire summer playing Animal Jam. I knew it was coming. He wouldn't be going far, not like the second time.

He'd only be moving to his best friend's house. A friend's house who was a fifteen minute drive away from our apartment. We'll call that friend Andy. I knew that friend and his family, I was fond of them. I mean, I was eight, I'd kinda grown up around these people. Of course, I was.

I remember crying as I watched him go to Andy's car. Oh no, he was gonna be fifteen minutes away! Whatever shall I do?

No, no, I get it. I get why I was crying. I just have to make fun of myself a little bit.

I got a nose bleed due to the crying, I think I also coughed up a little bit of blood, but I'm pretty sure that was just from the nose blood going down my throat. I don't know, I don't know how human bodies work.