My name is Hal Townsend. I’m twenty four years old living in some nowhere town just outside of New York city. Not too outside to be a country bumpkin, not too deep in to be a city slicker. I merely exist in one of those millions upon billions upon trillions of places that you pass by without much notice. Those small towns that you pay no mind to where people just go to stop existing. People that don’t really live, but don’t have a desire to kill themselves. They just go there to stop being. But if you’re born in one of these places, you either just accept your lot in life and just decide...
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