7*18*02 to avoid a brutal fight
...and it tells me stories of me and you, warming our tummies in the sun. the rooftop was hot that day, don't you agree? [i mean to write with these paragraph spaces in between. they are no mistake.] and my feet remain cold against the tiles on the floor. i feel you from far away as if our skin were touching. this is something less than failure, but more confusing.
regress /progress
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