Finished Folds (1—2)
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2911, hoping that some nice emergency operator would pick up the phone and assure me that I was just having some sort of episode. My own voice answered the call:
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4I meandered down the muddy road as night fell upon the valley. An opossum scurried past. Cicadas screamed toward the sky. Air filled my lungs and a feral cry escaped my lips.