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1:15 p.m.
ОглавлениеLooking out of my bedroom window. Entombed in my room for ever. Like in that book, The Prisoner of Brenda, or whatever it’s called.
Except I could go out if I wanted.
But I don’t want to.
I may never go out again.
Ever.