i think my writing gets more and more abstract.
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she'd send him red autumn leaves in white paper envelopes, but by the time he opened them, they were thin and dry and the stems would crack. it grew colder every year and her steps were quick to keep her warm and he laughed at her for wearing fuzzy scarves and jeans with ripped knees.
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