you shouldn’t be awake at three in the morning
“i expected a hero to save me from my mind, but look, you’ve just got me going more and more psycho.”
He opened the window and called out to me.
“You’re going to freeze to death if you don’t come down.”
I looked at him and smiled. I probably looked like a freaky clown, but I gazed at the twinkling stars and answered.
“It’s better than dying from your own crazy soul.”
The house next to ours was unoccupied for half a year. It was only about three feet away, smushed together by the density of suburban Chicago.
What if there was a fire in one of the houses and it spread through the overly crowded city and the Great Chicago Fire is set off again? Or what if we all die because there’s an earthquake and everyone is—

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