The psychiatrist spoke a lot today. He talked about a girl named Anne and I wondered if he meant Sugar. I asked him if he meant Sugar and then he asked me who Sugar is. That confused me but then I realized that he was wearing a white shirt and that I shouldn’t trust anything he said. I don’t trust white.
I feel sorry for Anne. Anne’s life seem to have been a lot like Sugar’s life.
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Short Story"There are lots of lies in this world. Lots of horror and darkness and torture and hopelessness. But if I got the opportunity to remove one of them the answer would not require hesitation. The answer would be simple, short and without regret. Take a...
