Nate went to the place inside his mind where only self-loathing lived. In this place, which was a small compartment in his mind that only existed of slate-gray walls, he didn’t have to feel. He didn’t have to think. He didn’t have to listen to anyone, or wonder what would happen to him now.
He could just be.
When the back door of the van opened, Nate didn…
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