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She wanted them to have a fantastic time out in the world
He would have preferred a bar
It was a feeling, hard to shape into words
I’m going to just relax
Oh, I’m as much of an artist as I have talent for
I can’t drive out of state or carry hazardous materials
You can’t share pain
Is that what you wanted to tell me?
I do have to go somewhere now
The real thing could never live up to the dream
I don’t want you to feel strange about it
You seem so peaceful, I hate to disturb you
I’m not saying I’m right
You could have come there anytime you wanted
There’s something about me you don’t know
He could hardly go back to what he had been
The prison was a tidy fortress of unambiguous shapes
What does this say about me?
He had run and left it behind. He had run
He felt like he had never been there before
He never knew what to make of it, then or after
They couldn’t really see anything
When they were gone it would be something that had never happened
You don’t want to go somewhere new?
He sat in the car outside somewhere or other
They had all the love and kindness and gentleness covered
They were not good talkers, either of them
They had friends; that was how they met
You can love someone too much
He had no worries, none, and he worried about that
He wants to be ready for next time
There’s always something you haven’t thought of
It’s never a bad time to talk strategy
I never made an appointment with you
How long has it been since he’s had a normal workday?
Of course it’s a misunderstanding
He has no one to take care of and he can relax
And of course you’d have no answer
I’m here, I’m here. I’m not going anywhere
He tries not to make trouble
If he doesn’t leave right away he will be late for work
He stops walking and listens
Something about the absence of trees makes the light seem perfect
When he hasn’t slept well, he wants only a sugared muffin
The little trees out the window are bare
He won’t be able to fall back asleep
It’s still dark when the weeping erupts
Gone fishing
Realizing that life is short and brutal
Did he finish his beer? Can’t remember

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