I don't know what's not real.

Limited capacity is a collection of six darkly amusing stories

about the mysterious ways we interact with the internet and with each other.

There's something going on with him. It's like an act.

I don't trust him.

What?

You're staring at me like I should say something, but I don't really know what to do here.

That's the whole name of the game.

Don't talk about how the town isn't real. You

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You're listening to Alone, a love story, and I'm Michelle Perizi.

Chapter 7 Protection. The kindness of strangers. It's been three days since the bomb dropped. I'm driving home from work. I've slept maybe two or three hours the past few nights and then only with the help of sleeping pills and

whiskey. The pain in the place where my heart once was is something awful. I

drive straight up to the liquor store and buy a bottle of Southern

Comfort. I'm 37 years old and this is the first time I've ever bought a bottle of

booze for the express purpose of drinking it alone.

I'm pretty sure everyone in the store can tell there's something wrong with me.

I carry the bottle out by the neck, no bag, nothing.

Even though it's February, there's some kind of freak weather system happening that's

mirroring the freak weather system in my marriage.

It's really warm out, and everyone's walking around in t-shirts looking slightly confused and

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