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"fuck fate"
he said. then immediately went back to appraising old furniture.
too obvious. but book dedications and lyric renditions mean too much. walking over bridges with skipping records in the background.
"it's too obvious"
she wrote. and slowly went back to staring at the ceiling.
not obvious enough. but sideway glances and jars filled with dead baby sharks. just explain everything. sailing under bridges with whales and old broken bottles.