Well, Diary, I did it. Ruby Rose Davenport is now a free woman. No more cleaning for other people. No more giving money to people who don't care to take care of themselves. The only person I need to take care of, now, is myself. It feels great to lie here and not listen to the sounds of bickering, dishes being broken, and drunk ramblings. George and Caroline didn't even shed a tear when I left. They didn't even help me pack my belongings. They just sat there at the table with their fifth of bourbon keeping them company. I'm glad I'm gone. I couldn't take one more day in that house with them. I'm free, Diary. I'm free.
Alley behind my building
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