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The afternoon sun peeked out from between grey clouds. It had rained hard that morning. The puddles dried in the sun. I heard someone talking to one of the nurses. The voice was close by. It was familiar, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. It was so close.
“Looks like you’ve got another visitor,” Jack said. “Too bad it has to be that piece of shit.”
Kevin. It was Kevin’s voice. He’d forgiven me, and that’s why he was visiting me. My heart skipped a beat, and butterflies danced in my stomach. I strained to hear the conversation he was having with the nurse.
“She used to fluctuate between a catatonic stupor and excitement. Sometimes she talks to herself and is very excited. She used to do a lot of screaming and hurt herself, which disturbed our other patients. But now, she mostly jus
