Inventing Ghosts

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That day — funny how some days pick at you. Work at your sanity like someone untying a mess of knots. Plucking all the other strings and strands out, leaving just a single line. A single thought. One exposed, leaving you no choice but to follow wherever it leads.

Fuck him for what he did; Patrick Murray, that goofy, slug-faced, walking pocket protector. I remember him coming up to me in the hallway that day.