Freedom. Such a strange word, coming from someone who lives on a screen. I laugh as the reporter stumbled through the weather report. "Can I stay at your house tonight?" She offers me a worried smile. "Of course." Her fake smile shows something is on her mind. "What is it?" "Nothing, just how long is this going to last?" I smile at her, downing half a bottle of beer before I reply, "Who knows? "
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