Oh god. I’m shorter than the other REDACTED. But then I’m also old. But then I look younger than I thought. That could mean only one thing when it comes to being with them… I’m a REDACTED?! But like, not your usual REDACTED. God, I could only go around with the REDACTED, like if I’m with REDACTED it just feels dangerous for me… in a good way. Oh, no, that’d be bad, actually. Oh no, no no no… they’d be ████████████ me. I could hardly use the ████████ in the REDACTED that I needed to go somewhere more private just so that I can ████████ in peace… without the fear of one of them ███████████ me?!? I think I’ve seen too much REDACTED. And then I have my REDACTED— uh, I mean… REDACTED? Oh, I could just be REDACTED at this point. I should be more obvious, but damn, I just can’t. It’s so obvious for me yet it isn’t for REDACTED. It’s so freakin’ obvious that REDACTED didn’t get the message (until now? never??)!?!? What have I done???!!!