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irly nic cloths. Blck slcks, gry shirt, r ti. M ks un o sotis. H points t y ti n tris to lugh, chok,gurgling rubl p in his gut. His cloths r holy jns n plin whit T-shirt. Th shirt is looking prtty cbr by now. Hshoul hv pick rkr color.W lik to jok n spcult bout our cloths, sinc thsnl shion choics r th only iniction o who w wr borw bc no on. So r lss obvious thn in: shorts n swtr, skirt n blous. So w k rno gusss.You wr witrss. You wr stunt. Ring ny blls?It nvr os.No on I know hs ny spcic oris. Just vgu, vs-tigil knowlg o worl long gon. Fint iprssions o pstlivs tht lingr lik phnto libs. W rcogniz civiliztion— builings, crs, gnrl ovrviw—but w hv no prsonl rolin it. No history. W r just
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W o wht w o, ti psss,n no on sks qustions. But lik I’v si, it’s not so b. Wy ppr inlss, but w rn’t. Th rusty cogs o cogncy stillspin, just gr own n own till th outr otion is brly vis-ibl. W grunt n gron, w shrug n no, n sotis wwors slip out. It’s not tht irnt ro bor.But it os k s tht w’v orgottn our ns. Out o vrything, this ss to th ost trgic. I iss y own n Iourn or vryon ls’s, bcus I’ lik to lov th, but I on’tknow who thy r.
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Thr r hunrs o us living in n bnon irport outsiso lrg city. W on’t n shltr or wrth, obviously, but wlik hving th wlls n roos ovr our hs. Othrwis w’ just b wnring in n opn l o ust sowhr, n tht woul b horriying. To hv nothing t ll roun us, nothing to touchor look t, no hr lins whtsovr, just us n th gping w o