the ticketI could see it when they put me in the desert for the year. I could see the isolation. They figured that since I was already locked away in my head, it wouldn’t do me any harm. It made sense, I don’t blame them. They cared for me, enough. They kept me in my room at night and took me to the front yard of the station during the day. The desert. My desert. No one else wanted to be out there, nobody else had the time to. I had made the desert my home, out there I managed to take care of myself, or maybe the desert took care of me. Enough time playing in the sun in the years before had hardened me, any pain long since past.the ticket
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