Tuesday, September 29, 2026
Monday, September 28, 2026
Owen took me for a walk. By a sewer plumbing truck that stank and a dead rat with eye popped out and then we saw the street closed and cops talking and the next block people standing around looking up at the building where Karen used to live. Smoke coming out of the top floor windows and a firefighter rappelling down from the roof. It was eerily calm. It was just an episode of Chicago Fire. I don't think Owen noticed it was a fake reality.
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