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I’ve often felt lonely but this was worse.

This was alone alone. Exponentially alone.

And I didn’t understand why.

I felt like someone had pulled the plug

that made me me.

I needed to talk to a flesh-and-blood type human being.

So I called Jonesy.

John Jones is his real name but everyone calls him

Jonesy.

He is smart and sad; that’s his thing.

He gets an A in every class

even in math and chemistry

but he’s never happy with himself or with the world.

You look at him and wonder what he is thinking

why he seems so unhappy.

When he answers his cell phone he just says

Ullo.

Just like that.

And it’s like he’s expecting bad news.

Ullo.

Jonesy, it’s me.

Deck?

What’s wrong?

I explained about the voice in my head.

It’s really a girl’s voice?

Yeah and I can see her too.

What’s she look like?

Normal. But kind of hot.

Normal but hot. Hmm.

I think I’m losing it.

I think I’ve gone over the edge.

I know the feeling.

It passes.

What should I do?

Is she still there

in your head I mean?

No, she thinks she scared me.

So she left.

Where’d she go?

I dunno.

Think she’ll come back?

I hope so. I got a lot of questions.

Deck?

What?

You’re either mentally ill

or very lucky.