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Max houses a lot of stuffed animals. His precious ones are a grumpy cat, a white rabbit, and a cute smiling elephant. He asks me to tell stories about them before he sleeps, so I’ve given them names. The elephant’s called Tobias. His smiling, cute, cluelessly friendly and overly amicable face just tells me: Tobias. The bunny’s called Roger, because of Roger Rabbit. A memory, perhaps a retrieval of my own. The grumpy cat’s called Felix, from the Felix Legions. Because it just made sense to mix Tobias, Roger, and the Legionnaires. They must make great imaginary friends and feed lots of stories together. Max stares very attentively at the ceiling when he listens about Tobias, Roger, and Felix. I know he can see them somewhere within his childish mind, and for a glimpse our fantasy is real.

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I’m rolling down the grass in the nearby cliff. It’s sunny and chilly. I feel clean, although I’m almost on mud. I go back up to roll down again, but there’s no fatigue; I could go on forever. Raw laughter, pure childhood joy. There’s no load, no scrutiny, no noise…

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I am playing Ocarina of Time. I am playing Final Fantasy VII. I am playing Shadow of the Colossus. I’m opening the N64 for the first time. I’m in the magazine store, trying to read a PC Gamer piece on Diablo, in full-blown English. It doesn’t matter; when the understanding…

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I’m on a train. Hills are bursting behind her as light caresses her lips. I sense her breathing. The motion of her lips, her soft skin. She raises her hands toward me. Her hand blocks the sunlight, whose beams leak in between her fingers, them glowing in crimson. I touch…

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