“I think we’ve exhausted this discussion,” she said. She met his eye for a moment in curious surprise. I love you—with all my heart and soul. The dream flowers and is harvested, and we are left by the wayside, having served our singular purpose in the scheme of progress: as the orange is tossed aside when sucked of its ruddy juice. E. The boy was right. I have written, called—of what avail is anything—against that look.
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