Chapter 9: I stared at the pills in my hand and assured myself that this wasn’t like those times when I invented a problem that could only be solved by drugs. This was real, something was happening.
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Chapter Five: “Wait, wait…” I said. “Are you calling the police?” to which they nodded, the phone already pressed to their ear.
“No, please don’t do that. Not yet.”
“Because,” I said, “I’m not totally sure it was real.”