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Forget facts.

Forget logic.

Forget everything that seems real.

You just trust.

Believe. Believe. I'm Believe. You know your life is just a dream, don't you? A seat already taken by Allie.

This happened when I was about 16.

At the time I was dating this boy whose mom was obsessed with going to storage unit auctions.

She had a system.

She would only bid on the units that had a lot of furniture in them

because she could clean them up, flip them, and resell them for a decent profit.

His parents owned a vacant house that wasn't livable,

but it made the perfect place for her to store all her auction finds.

Every room was packed, mismatched couches, recliners, dressers, mirrors that looked like they'd been hanging in someone's hallway for decades.

The place smelled faintly of old wood,

dust, and whatever strange scents came along with decades of strangers' belongings.

That house always gave me a weird feeling, like the kind of place you instinctively whisper in,

even when you're the only one in there. One day we were outside, next to the house, with a burn pile going.

The fire was roaring, throwing that deep orange glow across the yard, while me, my boyfriend,

his twin brother, and their mom were standing around it. The stepdad, who was a tall

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