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He probably thinks he is doing fine
I am writing you at dawn, on a train headed west, a farewell letter to be mailed at the first transfer station, before I head off into parts unknown.
I have blinked. And the world has blinked. And we open our eyes to find each other alone.
When the dancer becomes the dance
save the last bullet for your self-esteem
Midway Islands
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