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It was early. Too early. And Max was having another nightmare. I could tell because she was groaning and turning in her bed.
I was still dressed from last night, and so I silently crept out of the house. Max would think I was asleep. She always did. But I liked to sit on the roof of our house, and watch birds fly, the clouds move, and think.
I like living in my own thoughts. Nobody else is more understanding of me than myself, not to be self absorbed. My life is crazy, I'm crazy. My whole "family" is a family of freaks. I like to think. I don't talk much; I don't have much to say. And Nudge covers the talking points. I snickered at that.
