novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- cleaning season [shuffles papers] you there, in the back. no, not you. not you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, not you, you you or you. not you you you or you, not him. not her. you, in the back. come forward please.[shuffles more papers to calm a nervous tic] yeah? you are released. you can go. released from what? [sets papers aside and clears throat] from me. you are released from me. who are you? i'm the girl who sat across from you in third grade. i had bandages over one knee for a couple of months because i ran into a spike in a fence? longish blonde hair? you had a crush on me but wouldn't admit it because i was kindof chubby? i'm sorry but i don't remember anything about third grade. it doesn't matter, [looks down at papers, picks them up again and shuffles them in order to break eye contact while speaking] um, no, it doesn't matter. but you're released. you can go. i invented a door that opens to a hallway. go down this hallway and look for the green-lit exit sign. you'll be alright. [pauses] what is this place? my memory bank. i kept you captive for years and years for some reason or another that i don't have to explain, that's my right, i don't have to explain it, and you can go now. [moves through the spaces in the crowd towards the door, opens it, looks back with startled eyes while shutting it slowly] okay. [clears throat] next, you. no, not you, you you you you you or- well, the person in the back. you there. wallflower who smiled at me on the bus after school. come forward please. 10:17 am - 06.22.02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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