1, 2, 3, 4.
Counting is my hobby. I like to count my possessions, I always have 1, 2, 3, 4, but it’s fun anyway. They’re all the same slate grey colour. They’re cool to the touch, although rough, and stand tall at each side of the room.
1, 2, 3, 4.
I have a number 5 too, but I don’t look at it. It has a sort-of-hole that makes me uncomfortable. Sometimes the hole is dark and sometimes light. I prefer when it’s light. It makes it easier to count my possessions; 1, 2, 3, 4. When the hole is dark I can’t see them anymore. I count anyway. They aren’t going anywhere.
One time, the Man caught me counting and shouted. He said they’re just walls. I don’t care what they’re called. They’re mine and I’ll count them if I want to.
1, 2, 3, 4.
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