3 Memories Are a Blur –––––––– DEAR DIARY, I worked a double shift today, even though we're not technically supposed to. One of the guys at the store had a thing at his kid's school, and I was happy for the extra hours. While I was at the food court grabbing lunch, I got a text I was one hundred percent not expecting. Sahira, my high school girlfriend, was back in town. That wasn't the surprising part. Made sense that she'd be visiting her parents over the winter break. It just kind of shocked me that she contacted me at all. When we broke up, Sahira was pretty enraged. For a while, she had nothing good to say about me, and she said it as loudly as possibly, to anyone who would listen. After that, it was like I no longer existed. If we passed each other in the hall, she'd look