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PROGRESS REPORT 17
Ibrokethebackofit,rippedoutahandfulofpages,andflungthemandthebookacrosstheroomtothecornerwherethebrokenrecordswere.IletitlaythereanditstornwhitetongueswerelaughingbecauseIcouldn’tunderstandwhattheyweresaying.
I’vegottotrytoholdontosomeofthethingsI’velearned.Please,God,don’ttakeitallaway.
October10
UsuallyatnightIgooutforwalks,wanderaroundthecity.Idon’tknowwhy.Toseefaces,Iguess.LastnightIcouldn’trememberwhereIlived.Apolicemantookmehome.Ihavethestrangefeelingthatthishasallhappenedtomebefore—alongtimeago.Idon’twanttowriteitdown,butIkeepremindingmyselfthatI’mtheonlyoneintheworldwhocandescribewhathappenswhenitgoesthisway.
InsteadofwalkingIwasfloatingthroughspace,notclearandsharp,butwithagrayfilmovereverything.Iknowwhat’shappeningtome,butthereisnothingIcandoaboutit.Iwalk,orjuststandonthesidewalkandwatchpeoplegoby.Someofthemlookatme,andsomeofthemdon’tbutnobodysaysanythingtome—exceptonenightamancameupandaskedifIwantedagirl.Hetookmetoaplace.HewantedtendollarsfirstandIgaveittohim,buthenevercameback
AndthenIrememberedwhatafoolIwas.
October11
WhenIcameintomyapartmentthismorning,IfoundAlicethere,asleeponthecouch.
