Every word feels like arms cutting through water. Laughter is expensive, now, though it was never really cheap. Greetings carry boulders of departure, such that I cannot even say hello without thinking of goodbye. We prepare menus, complicated, disastrous, and absurd. Maybe our final. I keep…
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