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All the voices

my bed, or sitting on the floor by the window. And the more stuff that was removed from the space, the more I became aware of my own presence. I was building up a sense of excitement. What would happen next? Where would I be? I couldn’t seem to come up with answers to questions like this and to tell the truth, as well as feeling excited, I was a little bit frightened too. I mean….. Alone in this world. Yet I saw that co-existing with the creeps in the house share was being alone and in a worse way. So let’s have a better kind of alone, I said to myself. It may be a learning curve but that was living, wasn’t it. At least I was clear headed enough to recognise I could not be shut up in

that house with those loonies forever, trading on that smile, that god-awful smile. Plus, maybe a little bit of fear is sometimes good, or at the very least, necessary. Perhaps it could take you further on down the path of life. Maybe fear was not to be feared. This was the very thought that came to me as I struggled down the road one windy mid- morning with the last of my charity shop offerings. There was a wait and see suspension to me. I decided this uncertain state of mind suited me if anything as I hadn’t felt so vibrant in months. So what about Cherry and me? She was twenty five and so was I. For some reason everybody in the house was twenty five. Just one of those

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