Sunday.
At midnight is when everyone starts to calm down.
Eliza and I sit on the couch still, our hands no longer interlocked because of the lack of coverage from Baby.
We listen to Fahrenheit 451.
Neither of us talk.
We just listen.
"I'm afraid of children my own age. They kill each other. Did it always used to be that way? My uncle says no. Six of my friends have been shot in the last year alone. Ten of them died in car wrecks. I'm afraid of them and they don't like me because I'm afraid. My uncle says his grandfather remembered when children didn't kill each other. But that was a long time ago when they had things different."
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This update took longer that I expected lol. But expect more very soon! Fifty chapters!! I never thought I'd ever write this much but I have so much more planned. Thank you all so much. You are so loved. I know what is happening right now is only tragedy so if I can take that off your mind for a few seconds of the day I will try my best. You are loved, YOU are so loved.
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