I hate sleeping alone. I hate being alone. When I come home I will find any room that is inhabited, usually by Jeff's dad 'cause I love him, and will just sit. Because as long as I know someone else is in the room, I'm good. As long as I know I'm not alone. If he's not home, I'll go find Jeff. If he's not home either, I will go find Mom. If
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