serialized fiction (part 3 of 4)

I decide to stop talking. No one ever answers me and time lapses in ways that makes me forget what I ask. In order to justify the progression of my introverting the mother continues to tell people I’m on drugs. Listening to the cork of a second red wine bottle pop, I’d hear her telling her friends that she just didn’t know where to turn. I left the mysterious homestead and woke up in Melbourne. The best part about the city is that...
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