Mental Health
Chapter two-ish, continued.
The kid loved secrecy in a way that only an eleven year-old boy who has never done anything that really merits a secret can love it. He was still not ashamed of the imaginary world where his mind spent most of its time. It was better than the real world, which did not have a single dinosaur that the kid was aware of, let alone grizzly bears driving tanks.
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