There is that same light feeling in the air. It is warm outside even though the leaves left the street and the city as a whole a while ago. It has been a month since I was last here, I had been sleeping on the floor with the dogs for so long that they had seemed to accept me as one of their own. This new place is quiet and hollow. Like a book with blank pages, but I know it won’t be for long. We will turn this building into our home. Just like the last one and the room in my grandmother’s house that we have been sleeping in for the last few months. We only have to start writing.
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"How do you know I'm mad?" Said Alice.
"You must be," said the Cat, "or you wouldn't have come here."