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He's watching me. That's all he ever does. He stands on the other side of the glass and stares at me. He brings his friends and they join him in the pointing. They tap their fingers against the glass at me, the noise filling my ears, causing my world to shake as though it were going to collapse around me. Sometimes I get food, never very much, but sometimes he forgets. The one thing I always have is water, plenty of water. It's usually not clean, but I won't complain- he'd never hear me anyway. I'll be here until I die, that I know for sure. I'm not sure what will happen when that day comes. He'll probably just watch. All he ever does is watch me. (Above is an excerpt from one of the stories included in this collection.) All of the stories included are original.
Room 234
