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But, social holy shit, my heart was pounding. -- The next morning we left, and drove forever back to the upper right-hand corner of Pennsylvania. It was a really good trip. One thing living in Scranton does, is make you see the good side of everywhere else. Charleston, WV is like friggin' Malibu compared to Scranton. But it's a cool place, even without the comparisons. When I left there ten or twelve years ago unemployment was really social high, and the area was pretty depressed. But it's not like that anymore. It's thriving and bustling now. social It's a comforting thing to see. As we neared home, in need of a good ass-kneading, I started worrying that we'd find an empty lot with only a black smoldering square where our house used to be, and maybe a chimney standing by itself. I always think our house is going to burn down while we're away. Another sign of mental illness, I'm sure.
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