I'm Thinking of Ending Things

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— There’s one other thing I wanted to ask about: the note.

— What?

— The note. Near his body. I was told there was a note.

— You heard about that?

— Yes.

— It wasn’t so much of a note as… well, it was detailed.

— Detailed?

— Some kind of diary, maybe, or story.

— Story?

— I mean, he wrote about characters, or maybe they were people he knew. But then, he’s in the story, too, except he’s not the one telling it. Well, maybe he is. In a way. I don’t know. I’m not sure I follow it. I can’t tell what’s true and what’s not. And yet…

— Does it explain why? Does it explain why he… ended things?

— I’m not sure. We’re not really sure. Maybe.

— What do you mean? He either explained it or he didn’t.

— It’s just…

— What?

— It’s not that simple. I don’t know. Here. Look at this.

— What is all this? This is a lot of pages. Is this what he wrote?

— Yes. You should read it. But maybe start at the end. Then circle back. First, though, I think you better sit down.