Thank you Johnsons. I amgoing to stare back at you.You lookworse than me. How can you stare at me with that disappointment? You are in no position to judge me. She is mine. I am going to go downstairs and score while you sit up here wasting away. I stare back at you one last time. I want to go home really. I pull away from the mirror and head downstairs. The tree wasn’t in my grandmother’s garden. It was her neighbour’s, separated by a wire fence. No summers were spent under it. I lied. Maybe I should jump over the fence? Make it a reality. No. It was starting to rain. I turned around and headed back to the house. By now the garden was devoid of life. I’m always alone.
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