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The corridor was longer than it had been, but that was only because I was walking it slowly. I had a key in my pocket. I knew this the way you know things in the morning before you are properly awake, not by checking but by a kind of trust, and I trusted it completely,…
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Don't change your minds, for me that is. Maybe we're like fading away ghosts, waiting on the sun to finish the job on our favorite pair of blue jeans. You ever think of that, my friend? Hey, even a guy like me knows she's never coming back. She's…
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She’s dancing in a summer field giddy with love of Orpheus when a goddamn viper bites her bare ankle. Why not a bee or even, forchristsake, a nasty yellowjacket? She’s instantly dead.
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