I’m in a good mood. I am walking up to my front door when suddenly I am in yet another flashback. The curtain opens.
I am 12, feeling happy and carefree as I walk up my driveway in Merrick, Long Island. As I am about to go through the front door, I become a robot. All happiness disappears as my mechanical self takes over.
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