You have finished the story, and know what's happening next. You expect it almost. You anticipate it and dread it. You know something bad is happening yet there is no indication of it. Leaf has no name. I simply call him Leaf, but nobody and nothing has given him a name or said he is something. I call him he because that's what he says he is, but he might as well be an object. Read him and the poems he is or has wrote, I don't know. He is just as big a mystery to me as he is to you.
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