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109 pages, Paperback
First published March 1, 2000
6:55: Just Walked Some More.
6:56: Wish I brung my coat.
7:01: Boulder or two.
7:03: Resting on one of ‘em.
7:09: Something.
7:09: Over there?
Anonboy16: Let’s be simple for a while. Do you mind? What are you doing right now?
NAtetan: Nothing. I’m just sitting around trying not to blow my brains out. Kidding. Or half kidding anyway. Like I said, that guy in my mirror is really pressuring me. Sometimes I think death would be the answer to everything. Have you ever heard of this band called The Omen?
Anonboy16: No, don’t know them. Sorry you feel bad.
NAtetan: They have this great quote about that. Shit I can’t remember how it goes. Forget it. So what are you doing?
Anonboy16: Not much. Can’t hear nor talk, ’cos of what happened, I guess. Just stay by myself a lot. Take walks. Stuff like that. It’s strange. Got some ideas and opinions, but I can’t remember why I have them. So they’re worthless. So I just watch people, and take notes. Thinking if I can figure others out, then I’ll know who I’m not.
NAtetan: Wait, what are you talking about?
Anonboy16: The forest ranger’s been asking if anyone knows me. But so far nobody does. Starting to give up. George Miles is my only hope.
NAtetan: You’re ignoring me.
Anonboy16: Don’t even know how old I am.
NAtetan: And you live in my mirror, right?
Anonboy16: What?