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Erik is out with T now–they went to the arcade. I want to read my book, but I don’t know if I want to be alone at night and scared out of my wits.

Erik told me, “The scary people left.”

I said, “Do you mean the people on the end there?”

Erik said, “No, the ‘I’m going to cut your head off’ people.”

I said, “Oh.”

Erik said, “There’s an eviction notice in their window.”

I could write a letter–I could bake some cornbread. I would rather chat, but my primary chatting buddy is awol. It’s too early to go to bed….