Packng the remaining of his belongings, Denmark was preparing himself the the journey ahead, both physically and mentally. He had spent so much time here, it was hard for him to leave, but he smiled through it. Life was ahead of him, and a few sniffles for a place he seemed to be attached to was all that need be heard to knwo how he felt. But he maned up. There was no need to cry over leaving. Through the good, the bad, the ugly, and the "what the hell just happened?" Denmark new that his time here was usually a happy one, but he needed to move on.
He went on packing his bag, throwing away the old cheese danishes and "magic mushrooms" on the