It Only Takes One

With me, numbers have never been just numbers; they’re characters with their own distinctive personalities. It’s just the way it is

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ome tell me that this is all a creation of my mind, conjured up to help me process things since you went, but they’re wrong. It’s been like this ever since I can remember.

With me, numbers have never been just numbers; they’re characters with their own distinctive personalities. It’s just the way it is.

It’s 9:45 p.m., and I’m back home already. Not a great sign, I know. Not only am I back in comfortable clothes lying on my bed, but I’d also so much rather be here, staring into my anatomy textbook, than out on that date. My book is open, possibly even to the right page, but I can’t focus.