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And I think it’s so ironic that as grounded as I supposedly aht now, I have never felt freer to wander around and not tell anybody where I a to figure out e have to do What I have to do to solve this mystery, to finish the puzzle Because it still feels like it’sdown the crazy gene--and I can’t not take responsibility for it

By the time I’ve walked an hour, I realize I’m not far froo inside, look around, but I don’t see Sawyer The e roo for love, others having given up, still others faking it, pretending they don’t need anybody And I see hts I’ve had in :

Um, that one

That I’ abovereally stable and co

That there’s probably an opposite ht, andup

That monster spray secretly invites more monsters to hide under the bed rather than repels the weird thoughts and watching this sweet-looking boxeras loud as they can at aze boring into h the wire-ot two black kittens crawling up his sweatshirt, and he’s just standing there with this areeting, and he mouths the words "I love you"

I s room to the lobby and into the cat room, because when a boy with two kittens says he loves you, you do whatever you can to get to him as quickly as possible

"Hey," I say "You found me," he says He pushes a lock of hair out of my eyes and looks away quickly

My heart sinks "Still with the vision in my eyes?"

"Yeah And all the kitties’ eyes too"

"Dude," I mutter, because I never had that It was never that bad "How did you get here?"

"Took the bus I--there’s no way I can drive"

I study his face, and even excluding his black eye, he looks exhausted, and I know he’s been keeping the intensity from ot really bad foror the crash was i up on you e’re s out"