A Shaw Thing – part 3
A Shaw Thing – part 3
Reuben���s story
I don���t remember much of anything these days. I do remember lying down in the park one day, though, thinking that I wouldn���t be much longer for this world, and it wasn���t a bad thought.
I had some weird dreams����� I was probably hallucinating����� about being carted away somewhere, and then the next thing I know I was in Madeleine���s house with all these other people. I���ve been here for a little while, but not sure how����� she said they found me on the front patio. I must be the biggest baby left on a doorstep ever!
It���s good here. Not like life when I was young when we had our own rooms, and cars, and electricity all day every day, but I have a bed. Well, I have a couch. And there���s food and sometimes there���s electricity and we can bathe and there are other people here who are okay. Some are friendly, some don���t talk to me, but no one bothers me. It could be worse. It has been worse. A lot worse.
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