“Why the hell am I here?”
p.35
Love, joy, laughter, sadness—even hate—all genuine emotions had been smothered, replaced by a dense, overwhelming apathy. Without purpose and paralyzed by the fear that he would never regain his former self—his playful spirit, his emotions, the essence of who he was—Ray fumbled through life trapped in the endless existence of a zombie. Wandering aimlessly through the streets of Philadelphia, lost in thought, thinking of how he’d do it. Who would actually care. Who might actually be affected. Why the hell am I here?
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