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Because recklessness is the only fist to throw at nothingness.
Who knows why anything?
The love that had protected him began to fall away.
She wouldn’t know where to begin.
Was that too much?
Everything is far from here.
Flyers taped to the painted cinder-block walls.
Terrible, in fact.
Much of this makes us happy.
That’s just how it goes.
It takes your system a while to return to normal.
Through the years to come, she’d remember these days of calm.
It was so beautiful, it wanted to speak to her.
It was twilight when they got back.
Or maybe there was nothing.
Important men had to be selfish in order to get ahead.
It’s not magic or anything.
It looked somewhat quaint there.
Of course I need to be somewhere.
Let’s wait and see.
I’m going to bide my time.
That’s all I can say about it.
What are we to make of it?
I’d like to feel that there is meaning in this.
This looked and felt like life.
Who knows.
He was just telling a story.
We’re all friends here.
It was a very exclusive place.
There was one more thing.
He enjoyed going with the flow.
Can I offer you just one piece of advice?
They were going to be friends.
Has she been here before?
Then why did you come here?
That’s not true.
They nodded back convincingly.
No one came.
I have perfect vision now.
I shouldn’t have run away like that.
Maybe it is a trap.
Love, where are you?
I find myself calmly standing sentry there.
I refuse to live like a poltroon.
Time ran out.
They had nothing and everything to do.
You should be able to feel it.
Did you see this?
This isn’t a new argument.
There is no getting away from it.

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