Continuing from Cinna's point of view:
This is getting weirder. I see him everywhere. I even saw him in my neighborhood. I was walking my dog and I saw moving trucks.
I saw the guy that I've seen a log everywhere. Then one day I hear a knock on the door.
I walk over and look through the peephole. It's him. I slightly open the door, not all the way.
He's holding a tray with brownies. I stare at them in aw. I love brownies. If I had to eat one food for the rest of my life it would be brownies. Or anything chocolate. But I'd gladly do that.
"Hi I'm Josh I move next door my father made you brownies."
I was so confused. Wasn't I supposed to bring the new neighbors food?
"Uh, thanks" I took the brownies.
"May I come in?" That was weird why does he want to come in? I told home he could come in.
Josh stayed a little while but not much happened. He met my family and they talked. For most of the time I just sat in the corner and read. I hate socializing with people I don't know.
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Cinna
General FictionCinna finds herself in a doctors office. The doctor says she has memory loss. Cinna disagrees but she still doesnt know how she got there.
