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| Drowsy |
Hit hard, admit the
truth. Reality usually sounds like… something. This is how it happened. She
fell down the stairs and hit her head on the corner of the bookshelf. All the
books fell onto the floor creating a mess of grumbling pages crumbled and torn.
Her head went crack. Time and time
again she had been told not to do it. She wouldn’t, couldn’t listen. She
continued to crack up. Voices haunted her. At the bottom of the stairs, a book
landed on her face, it was called “Cracked Up” and it was a book of comedic
short stories.
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