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The essay is due tomorrow, but you have a couple hours and there isn’t much rush since you just need to tie together the conclusion. You figure you’ll start it around four, after some coffee and about an hour killing time on the internet. You set up your laptop at the small café near your house. It’s chilly out, like the kind where the wind burns ice to exposed skin. Thankfully your coat is lined on the inside and the boots you have on keep your feet extra cozy.

Also, you killed your parents a couple hours ago and this blood is getting sticky. People should really stop screaming and asking if you are okay; instead point you in the direction of the nearest laundry mat. For god's sake.