Tired.

I just finished cleaning my floor. It was filthy and it needed to be cleaned. Now I’m exhausted.

“Did you lie to me?” Lacey asks the ghost who died in the bridge collapse. He told her earlier he was in a truck that fell.

“Yes.” she says.

“Yeah. There’s no truck.” says Lacey.

“I’m mad.” he says.

“Okay.” says Lacey lovingly.

“Yeah. That pissed me off. She doesn’t deserve that. It just me seem like I’m fake too.

We’ll post again after Easter.” says Lem.

What Is Love by Zimmer90 plays.

“I hear my love with Lem in this song. I hear lots of people’s romantic relationships in this song. I don’t think you can’t honestly say this at all speaks to anything written about Jack and Lem. They never had this. They obviously never had this. Obviously.

It’s more than games.

Do we stay the same? Somehow Lem and I have. Not everyone changes. Some people don’t. Not that much. Depression and anxiety and anger and confusion aren’t personality traits.

This song is genius. It makes me feel like I exist. I haven’t heard of experienced something that reminds me of my own actual humanity in a long time.

Do you know what love is? Do you know what love is like?” says Lacey. “German Romanticism? Of course. I’ve heard about that some…at least. The Schlegels.

No. Jack fails the test. It’s in the music. The lyrics. He never loved Lem this way. And so Lem couldn’t love him that much either. You have to make love. It’s an interaction beyond the initial stages, at least.”

“So many people doubt anything even happened, Lacey.” says a female reader.

“Lacey you’re German.” says a German. “You must be.”

“But this song transcends German lovers.” says Lem.

“Yes. But there’s clearly something sexual that happened between Lem and Jack. And…it points to Jack being bisexual. And Lem…being straight, actually.

I’m sorry if you can’t keep up.” says Lacey, in exasperation and exhaustion.

“She’s tired.” says dead German.

“Yeah. And she’s spent hours and hours and hours explaining and examining it all.” says Lem. “She’s entitled to some rightful exasperation. So am I!”

“Did your family actually cause the crash?” she asks.

“We sucked into what for now we’ll call an energy stream. Scott explained it earlier today. We’ll put that back up.” says Grandpa Pantell.

“Lacey is an actual writer. Jack was not.

It’s so hard for her not write. Every day.

She needs to try to write that novel again.” says Salvador Dali. “Where my perfume tonight and piss people off.”

“I’ll make a joke of it all.” says Lacey.

“Goodbye. And yes, Jack was not a writer. He was a hack and a fraud.” says Lem.