Nothing happened while I slept. I woke up at 9 AM, and from the moment I woke up, I was ready to be picked up by Mindy. It's awful in here. But not as awful as the streets.

  Mindy kept her promise. She came back. She knocked on the door at 12:40, I think. We put everything in her trunk, said goodbye to the shelter and wished them all the best, and spent the day driving around St. Louis, stopping at another Starbucks around 3 PM, 2 hours before I needed to board a Greyhound bus that would take me to Texas.

  After more talking about games, shows, what would happen, and if we would ever see each other again, Mindy drove to the bus station. We walked to where the bus would park, hugged, and said "See ya!" instead of "Good bye." We thought that if we don't say good bye, we might see each other again.

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  Soon after Mindy left, the bus came. I'm sitting next to Lavinia, an African American lady who's trying to get to Colorado to attend her son's graduation. Her son is in the military. I asked if she had any food, and she gave me a juice box and a ham sandwich. I think I've thanked her a hundred times now. But I should be thanking her a hundred times. I'm homeless, I only have 14 dollars, and the only reason why I don't have to try to sleep while freezing in the pouring rain tonight is because I can sleep in a bus.

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  The bus stopped in central Missouri, and then again in western Missouri. I had to get on a second bus to get to San Antonio. I said goodbye to Lavinia, she went on another bus to get to Colorado. I thanked her again before saying goodbye.

  The bus just left a stop in Kansas. I wish I could see what Kansas looks like and how flat Kansas is, but it's been dark since before I left Missouri. I feel tired, so I'll sleep now.