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There were a few stars still in the sky.
She kept listening to the silence.
The absence of sound was deeply disturbing.
This was real. The other was a bad dream.
She was stuck here on this street.
It had never existed anywhere but in her own mind.
Those things had become real to her and they were gone.
The music faded away, returned, was lost again.
What makes you think something happened?
He wasn’t ready to go in yet.
He wanted to get some more air and look around a bit.
No. He just wanted her. He was intrigued by her.
The street would provide plenty of customers.
Will you be gone very long?
She was tired and irritable and the least little thing upset her.
Maybe you’d like to look at this.
She never quite got over that first glimpse of the outside of the house.
It was the most beautiful street she had ever seen.
There was no one to be seen.
There was no one there.
Please don’t let me go mad.
An empty threat is always a sign of weakness.
You can opt out of the system. You can live in your own way.
It’s philosophy at your fingertips.
The missingness of the missing.
Then there’s the river. Wide as the future used to be.
Who else has even given me a thought?
You don’t find anything wrong with that?
Gone Fishin’
I guess I can see your side of it.
The air goes silent.
Are they going back the way they came?