Things are okay. Nich was here and then he left. Andy is still here and so am I. A lot of the time, staring blankly through the blue dust everywhere, the giant bleating sun bleeding in through the glass. My hands smell like pennies and stomach acid and rancid things, and they have grown weak and lack desire to grasp anymore at the strings. I
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...thought you might like him.
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Love.
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