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All My Friends Are Fictional
All My Friends Are Fictional is on page 390 of 400
“Where are you, my son?
I feel you. I know you're out there somewhere.
Why don't you call me?
Call me when you get this.
Or just come back to me. I have lamb and okra waiting for you.
And sauerkraut. Who's gonna eat all this food? I can't do it alone.

I miss you like I would miss a limb.

I need to tell you what I cannot write here.

I'm alone. In the walls.

In God.

Waiting.”
Feb 13, 2026 11:41AM
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All My Friends Are Fictional is on page 377 of 400
“If something can be created out of nothing by the sheer utterance of sound that gives meaning to it, then the only difference between something and nothing is in the naming. By calling nothing something, nothing becomes something, but the truth remains that nothing really changes in the great scheme of things. The physical constitution of nothing/ something, if it can even be called that, remains the same.”
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All My Friends Are Fictional is on page 339 of 400
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All My Friends Are Fictional is on page 287 of 400
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All My Friends Are Fictional is on page 238 of 400
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All My Friends Are Fictional is on page 175 of 400
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All My Friends Are Fictional is on page 119 of 400
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