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May 22, 2014
Freedom came at a price. I was exhausted. The mad conductor had used up whatever energy I had. I wanted to sleep now. If I fall asleep, he will pick me up as easily as a nurse picking a baby from a nursery. Yet he has left me so tired, I can barely move my arms. This morning I woke with one thought: I can’t do this anymore. The boy was running around me in circles, not even looking at me. He was playing train again only instead of going “chu-chu-chu,” he was going “What is ‘This’?” “What is ‘This’?”