There was never a dark hole Father forced on me that couldn’t be quickly adapted to. I crafted stories in my mind, keeping it sharp, and I was always able to find something to make fast friends with. Once, a tiny spider named Geraldine. Another time, a shiny beetle I called Shadow. One notable time, I managed to meet a couple of mice who I’d pretended were Wicker and Lex. I talked to them for days on end, and the next time I was put down there, they were still nesting in the vent, so I talked to them some more. I had so many conversations with those mice that I’d ended up forgetting which
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