“People say that my city is strange. I agree with them. We don’t do thing like other people. We all are a little crazy, and don’t liked to be touched. We don’t get along I don’t know why we don’t get along even though we have a lot in common. Some of them started to move out I miss them our city is not the same without them”. “That’s what she wrote before she died she seemed to be doing better. This was all in her mind she said that some of them were moving out she was getting less crazy but now she’s dead of unknown causes”