Me and all of my family have always been special in a way. It's either we're all crazy or we just have an extra sense, but whatever it is, it travels through my family. My great grandma, my grandma, my mother, me, and someday one of my own daughters. But whatever it is thrives in this town and it's everywhere. Doors open and close, bread that was on the counter is now on the floor, mariachi music starts blasting in the middle of the night. There are so many things going on, but how many of them are real?
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My paranoia
Non-Fictionjust some things I experience that I wish I didn't, maybe it's just my mind, but maybe it's not
