What brought me to the porch wasn’t wall color, but the plant that had been stolen off my own front porch. The plant where my single flash drive was buried. Without that flash drive, I could forget any future plans. I would not wake up tomorrow with the freedom I was currently experiencing. Was the theft of my favorite plant an accident? Or by design? As I slunk toward the plant, I knew I would find out soon enough. The bang the front door caused as it was thrown open was enough for me to know this wasn’t an accident.
Kate Cornwell: Stories of my life 
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