Trash Mannequin

we did a guided write in Humanities about waking up somewhere in your house and seeing an object that triggered a memory and this is the last part of what I wrote. thought I'd post it because it's about Jordan for some reason

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I remember sitting with Jordan at a real skate park actually smoking actually listening to music and it gives me the smell of altoids like the case where she'd keep her weed and running around and losing it and feeling too high to be able to find it and drawing on the sidewalk with chalk and I miss the chalk dust on my hands walking around at night and it's not hot because it's July or something and we're friends--is this where I was aiming did she leave her cigarettes here?--I am back in what might be reality might be my room and I have to talk to Jordan but my windows are all open and the back door is and it's so cold. I need to find her and we both share the Internet and suddenly she's answering "no i'm still in Portland/Albuquerque/Las Cruces or wherever" and I don't know if she knows where she is either