i guess i have a fucked up luck with these endings...they usually burn down and become an ember of drifted memories where both people pretty much swallow the wallop of broken routine to basically starting a new. just how the heat of the sun calms down by the end of the summer...so will this. August has always been an unfortunate month for me.
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Tomorrow, we will have our victory ciggs and laugh at the world. Then we'll try to quote Kierkegaard, foolishly, and point our fingers at the sky and pray for rain. It will be jolly.
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