August 12th, 2006
I see the tall man everywhere. I'v started referring to him as "Kyle". I tell my grandmother about Kyle as she lies in bed and looks at me with dim eyes. I tell her how he looks. Tall, of course, with deep red hair. Shaggy, red hair... how did it get so red? She stares at me and sort of smiles, sort of frowns. "I see.." she says, and takes ahold of my pinkie finger. "You can watch him all u want, but I don't want u talking to Kyle. Understand, Eiko?
He doesn't sound safe."
August 13th, 2006
Grandmother was coughing so loud this morning I checked in on her. She had gone back...
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