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Chapter 6
At first, I just sit on the bed and listen. Aaron moves around the cabin and it sounds like he’s clearing up the kitchen though I never saw any mess except for the plate. I never hear his voice, nor does he come into the room after me. After a while, everything goes quiet except for some muted music that’s probably from his portable CD player. I can’t make out the artist but it’s something melancholy, or maybe that’s my history, twisting things again. I don’t seem to have the energy to move. I feel as though the life has been sucked out of me and I’m a shell. It’s a different feeling from my depression, from my familiar desire to withdraw from life. This is a case of Aaron offering to withdraw from me. My whole body is tense with shock. And I don’t know why it’s like this! Why I’m like
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