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May 24, 2005

Andy: Behind the Glass

I am awake.

The same day or another one or two weeks have passed. My existence now a strobe light, vestiges of days and nights.

They’re here.

Jenny sits at the foot of the bed, head turned toward the television. I’ve watched her grow in stop-motion memories and I mourn the missing frames.

Nancy is beside me; she smiles when I look at her. Her lips move and move and move. I regret ever wishing she would just shut up.

I lie here broken and useless. Trapped. I beg for freedom or death.

No one hears me.

I am alone.

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