Slim
Sensing my gaze, she glanced at me.
"Why are you here?" she asked.
"I sometimes have bad thoughts," I replied, and she turned to face me, putting her feet up on the chair.
"Me too. Well, kinda," she said, giggling. "Mommy says it's called cheeso-frenia."
I laughed, shaking my head. "Schizophrenia," I corrected, and she grinned.
"That's the one. People think it's scary, but I think it's cool," she smiled, playing with her fingers. It was hard to believe she was actually so young.
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