FictionSerial Killer
Noah Blue
I want to go for a walk, but at the same time I’m not sure if I do. I stand up and make as if to set off, but then I sit down again, sighing. I should go for a walk. A walk would be good for me. But then what if I run into some unforeseen trouble on my walk? Won’t I be safer here, sat down? Here in my flat I am safe, out there I can’t legislate for what will happen. I guess I’ll stay put then.
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