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is nobody else and no sound and you are always just wondering.

  I’m going to puke I know it.

  Better watch out.

  I want there to be cool stuff and everybody is happy and it’s always fun and there is nothing to be sad about.

  And it’s always nice out.

  That.

  No hell below us.

  I’d take that.

  Somebody said if you’re bad you burn in hell forever.

  Man.

  What’s forever like? I get dizzy and sick thinking about that. How does something never end? Try thinking about that for more than one minute. See if you can. I can’t. About nine seconds is all I can do. Nine seconds is enough to make me sick.

  Above us only sky.

  I’m riding my bike over to the park and I’m going to do one of my heaven things.

  I’m going to sit by this one tree and look up at the sky with the sun in my face and I’m going to close my eyes, one, so the sun doesn’t blind me and also cuz … well, that’s just between me and somebody.

  Hey, seeya.

  Watch me.

  Hey watch me.

  Watch me!

 
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