I haven't emailed the doc, I'm waiting for him to email me again. It is a silly formaility of mine that rivals some of the trivial standards of Versailles. I want to talk to him, I want to email him but I need to wait until he emails me once more. Somehow that would prove his intentions genuine.
It is stupid.
But I'm desperate. Desperate to talk.
The writers' group is fine but I have to lie so thoroughly it is almost more tiring than pleasurable. I can't tell them where I am from or where I live or who I really am. I'm a car in the parking lot and not the image they see before them.
I'm pretty sure I know what it would be like to be a ghost now.
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