It's been three years since that time in the forest. Butter and I moved into an apartment he inherited from his grandmother. Our families don't know where we are, and probably don't care. We don't care either. I am an abstract painter, and Butter opened his own bakery half a year ago. We bought the space under our apartment. I installed in a bunch of plants, and hung some of my paintings on the walls. It's really cozy. Today, after a long time of saving up for this, we're getting married on the DuSable bridge. We have our fights, but this is as close to a happy ending as I want. I have even learned to like buttered toast.
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Buttered Toast
Historia CortaMiles has lost control over his life. He struggles with paranoia and lives in a dream-like state. One August day, he lets himself mentally drift off from civilization and the real world. He takes a lot of LSD, and during his trip wanders into the wo...
