S.C. (tentative)
an excerpt

S.C. always told me I was special. S.C. is my subconscious. But if I were to say my subconscious was talking to me, I would get odd looks. So instead, I always used to call him S.C.
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Before you get any crazy ideas about adventures, believe me, they aren’t all they are cracked up to be. Of course, it is easy to say that from this side of the fence. I suppose maybe it’s different for everybody. I’ll never know. I’m only one person. At least, I think I’m only one person.