The intricacies of my insanity
where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
Derrick smiles faintly, “N-N-No, no I’m not deaf.”
“Well then, are you Terry’s boy or not?” he asks.
“I’m sorry, but there are only a handful of people I’ve known in my life called Terry, and I’ve never been any of theirs.”
The boy looks at him, raising an eyebrow.
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