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Chapter 2: Me, As I Was
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... eather seemed to match my mood as I sat and thought about the things that were stealing the happiness from my life.
I’ve been doing that a lot lately.
Ever since Alice left—not when she died, but when that bastard took her away from me.
A car driving by on the road blew its horn; somebody recognized me and wanted to say hello.
In a small town, people are like that.
Even after you tell them to go to Hell.
I was aware that some of my friends were beg ...
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