Living Two Lives
I live two lives. One is leaning towards reality, one towards delusion. Between the two lives stand zombies.
It's a sunny Tuesday morning in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. After the heavy rain last night, the air is crisp, and the scent of Canadian goldenrod tickles my membranes. Shyly, I open the top floor window to take a well-earned, deep breath, when suddenly, I hear some growling. I close the window again immediately.
Whatever.
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