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her that I reversed the peephole so I could see inside my apartment when I'm coming home, just in
case there is someone inside ready to attack me. She starts to laugh and that makes me laugh. I'm
getting better at this.

She asks me what made me think of doing that, and I tell her that it was actually from an old
television show and that my peephole wasn't actually reversed. She laughs again.

She walks by me and she says that she has something she wants to show me. I follow her into her
apartment. Then through the living room. Then into her bedroom. I see her bed and I can't help but
think of the dream I had with the prostitute. She points to her left and I come closer to see what it is.
It's a painting of a white rose with a Sun behind it, giving it life.

I remember that she told me that a white rose meant innocence and purity, silence and secrecy, but
I know that the feelings I have for her are anything but passionate. This feeling that I think might
be love is simply obsession in disguise.

I've seen so many famous paintings by artists considered the greatest, but I've never felt anything
from them like other people do. I think the thing is you have to see one of these paintings at the
right time in the right place under the right circumstances, and that's when you will truly
understand what appears before you.

For a second everything makes sense, and the painting stares back at you and you understand it.
That's how I feel looking at Lynne's painting, because this white rose and this Sun have so many
meanings to me.

I ask her if she painted it herself, and she says yes. She tells me that she has been painting since she
was a little girl. She starts to tell me she paints because it's like gardening. You have an idea for a
painting, and you plant that seed. Once you start painting you are creating a universe of your own
and there are no boundaries.

Eventually your universe starts to grow and you paint what your heart tells you to. It's just like
writing or playing an instrument. She continues but I lose focus of what she's saying when I hear
the news on the television. I tell her to wait, and I walk into her living room, she follows.

Police have discovered thirteen bodies in a small abandoned apartment building. They say the
bodies are, just like the other deaths, related to drugs. I can't help but wonder if this is actually the
work of a serial killer instead.

Lynne and I talk about it for a while, and then I go home to find that Jamal has left. However Derek
is still here, and he is of course reading one of the composition notebooks. I ask Derek where his
brother went and he said he left. He tells me that Jamal made a phone call early in the morning and
then just left, and that he told him to stay here. I then ask him what he's reading and he tells me he's
reading about the short story where the main character realizes that their dreams were actually
altered memories of horrible things they had done in the past.

How the main character talks about how dreams are so similar to memories. How when the main