Last night I was searching for something. I don't know what but it led me to my old house in the valley. As I got there I found the door was already open as if it was waiting for me. Everything was as it was when I lived there. It was summer and the p patch was in full bloom along with the indoor garden.
I went upstairs to my old room expecting it to be the same and it wasn't. None of my belongings were there except and old dresser I didn't recognize filled with clothes that weren't mine but were in my size. I changed into a pair of shorts that in actuality I would never wear because they were more daisy dukes than shorts.
Uncomfortable in my new attire I returned to the lower level and found a note I'd missed initially, "search the neighbors and you'll find it". I went outside, it was cold but still bright as July, and walked across the street. The house looked like no one had lived there in 20 years. Where had the [Clarks] gone? I always expected they were there for life. I went next door to [Betsy]s house to find the same thing.
I walked out into the street and shouted, "does anyone still live here?" Some time passed before my old roommate appeared from the direction of the orchard. "Why did you come back?" He said in an unpleasant voice. "I'm looking for something," I replied. "Well you're not likely to find anything here. But since you are here you should at least have a cup of tea."
I followed him back in the direction he came from and went into a house not far away. The house was covered a large plastic tarp, similar to those used for fumigating. His girlfriend was in the kitchen boiling water and greated me only with a statement of my name. I took a seat in an old chair and he said, "so what are you looking for?" I thought for a little whille and replied, "the note said I'd find it if I went outside and looked for the neighbors. Where is everyone else?" He spat back quickly, "there is no one else."
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