My Favorite Number is Six By Mahogany Martin
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“I’m sure you don’t mind if we record this session”, he said.
“No, not at all”, I replied.
Why? Why did he ask? I have already signed the document for this session to be recorded. Why must he ask again?
Stupid mundanes...
Stay calm, just stay calm. All we have to do is answer a few questions and be on our way.
Trust me, we will be better off by the time this is all over.
I don’t care about that! If this isn’t over by the time-
What does it matter? When’s the last time I have actually talked to someone?
“Can we begin?”
“Yes, of course”, I said. It shouldn’t have to take that much
effort to sound polite...
“Alright. To begin, simply state your full name, age, and why you’ve come”.
“Um...my name is Loren Graves, I’m 22, and I’ve come because...I need help”.
How was I supposed to explain it to these people?
“Help with what, Loren? You must give us full details
or else we can’t move on with the investigation”.
“It’s a...harassment of sorts”, I muster.
“Why don’t you start by telling us your story?”
“Well, Detective, I don’t think you’ll find it very
interesting”, I said, chuckling inside my head. Something about that is amusing.
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