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I visited a town that doesn't exist. Written by Beardify.

I woke up naturally that fateful Thursday morning. The sky was just beginning to brighten

outside my window and according to the clock on the nightstand, I still had

ten minutes until my alarm went off.

The house was quiet and my sheets were warm and cozy.

It took me a few seconds to remember the tragedy that had taken place the evening before.

The fight, the shattered plate, the way Arianna glanced over her shoulder at me in fear as

she drove away with Alex and Sophie. The whole day had been a nightmare, starting with the check

engine light that I had noticed my drive into work. I had arrived to find my boss perched

awkwardly on the corner of my desk, looking anywhere but into my eyes.

Two minutes into our conversation, it was clear that I was being laid off. It was nothing

personal, she explained. The magazine's earnings had been in free fall since January, and

people just didn't read as much anymore. I wrapped up my 10-year career

at The Literist magazine in a daze. When I got home, I asked my wife Ariana to watch the kids

while I made dinner. I needed to focus on something repetitive, chopping vegetables, flipping

tortillas, anything until I could think straight again.

A few minutes later, the kids got into an argument over a ball in the backyard, with Ariana

nowhere in sight. By the time that I got back inside, everything had burned.

It was the last straw. I couldn't have said what I was screaming about, but at some point,

I threw a plate of fried bell peppers against the wall and called my wife names that I can't

bring myself to repeat. The next thing that I knew, Ariana was bustling the kids out of the

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