Chapter 32:
Something's Not Right
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I decide
that
I'm going to
ignore Tammie
for the rest of today.
For the whole week.
Forever.
I don't need her around.
She's toxic.
She's a bully.
She's a liar.
Even if I knew her before,
there's no reason
why that should matter now.
I go to the study.
I'll play some games on the computer.
(The others are fools
to give up on the
only device with Internet,
the best invention ever.)
But I step into the room
and immediately think of us playing
hangman
with pages torn from books, pens
with giant nibs meant for kids.
Stupid
idiot
memories.
I want to slam a door
(but this room has no door).
So I visit
the room opposite.
The storage
for all things artsy:
brushes, canvases, paints.
I bend down
and examine the nearest bottle of paint.
I recognise the brand,
the colour too—
an ambiguous shade
of blue or green—
that I once used
to paint over
someone's face.
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