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嗯。鄰居擦槍走火，子彈從她家的廚房，穿過我的臥房，Ｋ1的房間，客廳，穿過小院的玻璃門，穿過小街，到對街鄰居的客廳。

對街鄰居回家時，踩到沙發旁地毯上的子彈。
他們是ㄧ對年輕夫妻，他們往外看去，試圖想找出這子彈是從那裡平空出現，躺在他們淡駝色的地毯上。

我回家時，所有的鄰居，很多警察，很多警車，隔壁在草坪上辦 garage sale 的中年情侶，全部看著我，用ㄧ種詭異悲傷又欣慰的眼神看著我。

嗯。我沒事，小孩沒事。

只是，沒事的話，可以不要，嗯，把上了子彈的槍放在餐桌上嗎。

回來看自己

It's hard to come back here.

I sort of read through the paragraphs and there are moments of this strangeness  between the those words that I wrote years ago, and the current version of me.

At first, I was trying to move all my stuff to my hard drive. Sadly, I don't know how and gave up right away.

Maybe it is better. That these mumbling words stay where they are now. 

Maybe I will come back. Maybe not. 

I'm not the same person anymore. 

I'm crumbling apart from inside out. 

I'm a total stranger.