I smile to myself as I think of Frank. I think about him as that bungee cord finally snaps and I fall.
This time I know I’m not going to jerk back up. My brain has given up. This time They have me. I
know They have me. I know I’m not going to wake back up. Not this time. Not ever. I know it.
I know things.
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