Then it hit me.

This was a joke. This was a joke to them—the people who put me here. No one could seriously do this to a person. No one would seriously do this to me. I was good. I was nice. I never hurt anyone. I paid my taxes. I donated to the Salvation Army. I used my turn signals. I voted. I was vanilla. Not even my ex-wife would be this cruel to me. This was a joke. And if this was a joke, then someone had to be watching.

I dragged my body across the room and pressed my head on the window into the world of Alex, Doris, Becky, and Carl. I could feel the hum of the television vibrations working through my skull. I closed my eyes and clenched my teeth. A cold sweat began to drip down my neck and my body trembled. I steadied myself. I took a deep breath. I pulled my...

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