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Chapters (42)
  1. Cover
  2. 1
  3. 2
  4. 3
  5. 4
  6. Chapter One
  7. Chapter Two
  8. Chapter Three
  9. Chapter Four
  10. Chapter Five
  11. Chapter Six
  12. Chapter Seven
  13. Chapter Eight
  14. Chapter Nine
  15. Chapter Ten
  16. Chapter Eleven
  17. Chapter Twelve
  18. Chapter Thirteen
  19. Chapter Fourteen
  20. Chapter Fifteen
  21. Chapter Sixteen
  22. Chapter Seventeen
  23. Chapter Eighteen
  24. Chapter Nineteen
  25. Chapter Twenty
  26. Chapter Twenty-one
  27. Chapter Twenty-two
  28. Chapter Twenty-three
  29. Chapter Twenty-four
  30. Chapter Twenty-five
  31. Chapter Twenty-six
  32. Chapter Twenty-seven
  33. Chapter Twenty-eight
  34. Chapter Twenty-nine
  35. Chapter Thirty
  36. Chapter Thirty-one
  37. Chapter Thirty-two
  38. Chapter Thirty-three
  39. Chapter Thirty-four
  40. Chapter Thirty-five
  41. Chapter Thirty-six
  42. 1

And maybe if he felt together enough, a call to Clarissa.

He didn’t feel together enough, realised he had eaten nothing, and what he did have in his stomach was now in a gutter downtown. He went into the kitchen, made some toast and a cup of tea, but could find no marmalade, so just settled for hot toast and melted butter, and a cup of tea. Comfort food at its finest.

He took it back to his room and devoured it while watching a woman having her hair curled with a brush that heated and had an option to blow hot air at the same time. He had the sound down but enjoyed the company of inanity as opposed to insanity. He wondered why there was only one letter difference in the two polar opposite words. That must have caused some errors in the past with the slip of a finger.

This man is inane.

Would let you off the hook far better than the pronouncement –

This man is insane.

Big difference. A life could be changed by that. And with that thought, inanely rolling around his insanely fuzzing brain, he drifted for a couple of hours into the sleep of the fortunate.

Dreamless.

He woke, two hours later, and watched the shopping channel with the joy of brain removed from thought.

A lipstick that stayed on through whatever you did to it, then a tray of sparkling gems was rotating under the bright studio lights to make them twinkle.

Twinkle, twinkle little star how I love you what you are. No, those aren’t the right words. He couldn’t remember and turned off the television.

The remote felt uncomfortable in his hand, he had pressed the off button with an incorrect feeling that remained in his fingers. He switched it back on in an attempt to get the right feeling and turned it off again, keeping a hold on the button, hoping the feeling would change and result in a comforting feeling that would enable him to release, but he couldn’t feel the comfort and his finger squirmed on the remote; he started to sweat and forced the button down to turn it off. The feeling crawled through his body, spurring a growing mental discomfort.