everyone, post-movie; You hear the first boot hit the floor and you're looking up, / you're waiting / because you thought it would follow, you thought there would be / some logic, perhaps, something to pull it all together / but here we are in the weeds again, / here we are / in the bowels of the thing: your world doesn't make sense. / And then the second boot falls. / And then a third, a fourth, a fifth.
sam's boyfriend comes back. perhaps he managed to get a snippet off the news for once, or maybe sam called him herself, but however it happened he's there right away. must have caught the first plane back. some tool sliding into sam's space - her flat, and on top of that he always stands too close, angles his body to shield her and tuck her away behind a tallish handsomeish wall of african-orphan-saving arrogance. staying at the block like he belongs, like he lived through it or could possibly understand what it was like
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holy shit. this is beautiful and hard-hitting and says so much with so little. i love how it matters how sam has changed, how she's hardened. dkallgdkdg this is just so good!!!
Oi, Dennis, it's Biggz, man. You'd never believe what just happened. You know those little shits, er -- Probs and Mayhem, yeah? Saved my ass back there. I reckon I'd be dead if not for them. Crazy
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my heart
these kids
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