Prologue

Looking up, the ceiling is covered in birds.

Max , purblind from too long staring,

[and because of his condition]

can’t see more than black blotches.

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This one is a true story.

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Once upon a time

there was a boy

who spent his life in his room.

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Through the
upstage window
a woman watches.

Spies.

She won’t
just watch
much longer.

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She said he was a liar;

forever dissembling, economical with the truth

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This time I’m not making it up.

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His name is Max.

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& he
just sits
on his office chair.

Sometimes pushes himself around.

This way, that.

Bed still unmade.

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Sometimes flies, or swims under the ocean,

or spins.

But now he’s running...

…. hard.

Get out! Get out! Get out more!

Get out of your room! Max out!

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Through the window to the left a shaft of light suggests it's early.

Early for a teenage boy that is .

About 2

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Only sound is the sound that fingers make on keys,