Chapter Five Hundred Forty

JIPSEE AGE 8

“Jipsee, darling?” A soft voice says somewhere above me. I am in the mountains in the midst of an angry storm, with clouds all around my feet and trees that stretch all the way up to outer space. This voice must have followed me here. “Jipsee, wake up. Jipsee! Damn it, wake up!”

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