But then when I try to actually think about the Lavender I know, I think I don’t know how she is or how anybody is. Like when you look at a word for too long, how suddenly it seems weird, this word that stands for something in your head. How strange it is when you really look at it. “Do you think he’s still here, waiting to kill us?”
Loweh canrelaye likw there are somw mebers of my familg thay i fewl lkke i dont even knowas ty have lied thrkuhiut my lkfe
