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I was at basketball tryouts with a ton of kids. We had to split up into four lines for a drill. When I was walking back into a line, I bumped into a 7’0” Channing Tatum. He got extremely mad and repeatedly hit me. My arm suddenly got chopped off and I had a stump for an arm afterwards. Then a kid who graduated last year that I am close friends with and has the body of an MMA fighter, beat him up and after a while actually ended up killing him. After all of this, I was happy that he was dead, but I was extremely depressed and was crying that I had lost an arm so young.

1697 - There is a feeling blackness and desolation where once productivity and sense of community took place. “When I arrived, windows were closed up; tapestries covering windows. You could tell there was pillaging and evacuation with the arrival of this new emerging power. Where when I arrived, it was flourishing. The thick walled gates have been damaged. When it once smelled earthy, now is stench and filth. Now it is just a castle in the middle of nowhere with occasional lost chicken or animals running loose. 1697 KRK – ah, a stoney sectional-multi level house surrounded by cypress and pale yellow roses. The cliff drops off to one side, sloping down into the water. Deep blue water. The furniture here is not as thick and woodsy as (Lika castle) but more primitive of animal skin. There is a window that looks out into the water. Sun shines through it! Terraces looking out over cliffs. There is a small kitchen, where of, course, I love to spend time. Herbs grow in windows, and bouganvilla in pots. I don’t really feel cold, but love the smell of wood burning in a stove. When we arrived, walls were cracked and there were no potted plants of color. There is a little notch of a private cove were we dock a wooden boat. Sometimes at night, we would take a lantern and fish for silver fish. They are drawn to the light. We keep a mule for carrying provisions up. A goat. Some chickens, some pigs. Our diet is mostly fish and vegetables, cheese I make. You make cheese? I laugh, yes. Cook has been with me a long time. She has been my right and left angel wings. Lost her husband about five years ago, all knotty fingered from years of hard hard work. Never a complaint. You need to remember that we have to be discreet, in hiding. No music. No friends. Little laughter. A lot of contemplation. A time to tell my story. Sometimes, my eyes are so weighed down with the darkness of death. Here I don’t have to dress in accordance with the social status of my relations.

I was in a giant mansion after the apocalypse. I was being chased by a pretty woman with a clipboard who wanted me to join a group that I thought had evil intensions. Eventually I got caught and had a conversation with an old man in white in front of a mirror. He wanted me to think he knew my secrets, but what he thought was misguided and wrong. I hid behind a statue and waited for the group to call my name, but they never did. Someone had erased my name and I was free.

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