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1.2.21
Addy watched her storm off the scene, losing the count of his cash in hand. The insoluble fragrance of a rose torn from the stem crumpled like paper between his fingers.
1.2.20
“No,” he said, and so she said, “Dick,” and stormed off like the supporting character in a pastiche mall sitcom.
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“That place is like an elevator, why set down there?” everyone asked me after I signed my lease on my terminal kiosk. “A totalizing non-place, complete void,” they argued, “another space not worth caring about.” Where, exactly, is worth caring about anymore? Where I grew up, where I once lived life, where I rode my
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1.2.19
“Like, what the fuck do you want me to leave you alone or what we have to work together you’re like my fucking boss so is it me because I don’t think I did anything and I guess we can’t talk about it at lunch?”