No One is to Blame
“Not your fault.”
“I know it’s not my fault.” I glare at Ramsey, so cozy in his corner. His stomach won’t go empty for lack of income.
“Maa. You don’t mean to pin this on me?” He chews that strand of hay like he might actually make progress on it after all these years.
“They fired me, Ramsey. F-I-R-E-D.” I drop a notepad into my box of personal effects. “Because I talk to a disembodied goat.”
“Whoa,” he says as I turn to go. “You’re leaving me?”
I want to. Lord, I want to.
“No… Not your fault, either.”
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