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He was here. It was here, to be more exact. No one ever believed me when I meantioned it. I guess that's what I deserve for being class clown all my life. It's not my fault though. All the therapists and counselors say that it's a "defense technique." They said I "try to be funny to get the attention I don't get at home." Humph. What would they know? They don't have an alcoholic mother who's drunk half the time and a father than ran out on them when they were two. Even if they did, they wouldn't get what I have to go though. The things I put up with would drive a normal person insane. But no. Not me. I'm completely used to being laughed at and ignored after they get their laughs. Whatever. I don't need them. I've got my one and only friend, Zix. Even if other people didn't see him.