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"...Whatever happened to Perry
Farrell, anyway?..."
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I can hear the echoes clearly. They are distinct and crisp, almost as though they're all on exact trajectories to me from their final bounce, without any interference. Each sound, while unintelligible, seems to fit perfectly and expectantly into my ears
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“You loved running.”
“I used to love many things.”
“You shouldn’t give up on what you love.” The woman blew on her hands to keep them warm.
The man said nothing. He pulled a water bottle from the inside of his jacket and took a sip.
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