Contributor: Eve Francis - - “Do you ever feel like you’re a character in a book?” Will asks. Greg looks up from the grass, using the back of his large palm to shield his eye from the sun. More people, tiny specs of color, move towards them on the field. Greg grabs the blanket from his backpack and lays it on the ground. “Why on earth would you think that, Will?” “I don’t know.” Will sticks his hands in his pockets. “It just feels like everything we do isn’t as personal as it used to be. It feels like we’re being watched half the time, like someone is looking over our every move and analyzing the good parts. It feels like we always have words to say, and the actions that happen are beyond our control. I don’t know…” The people across the field move closer, holding more blankets and backpacks like Greg’s. Will knows he should be...

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Author: Eve Francis