I spent all day on the bridge just laying on the couch and looking at the sky. It seems like things just grow up a little and then they die and that's it. Like the whole idea of being safe is just something they tell brats to stop them crying. Sometimes you get eaten sometimes you fall off a building sometimes a mean somebody kidnaps you and all they find is your hat in some bloody water. I only knew Harvey not so much but I think his being dead means bad for everyone. I got cross thinking about it so I played hopscotch like Grammy taught me but I need to find some chalk. Maybe I’ll go down to Harvey’s Bar tomorrow and leave a red flower in case he might come back somehow.
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