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I wanted to be a writer, that's all. I wanted to write about it all. Everything that happens in a moment. The way the flowers looked when you carried them in your arms. This towal, how it smells, how it feels, this thread. All our feelings, yours and mine. The history of it, who we once were. Everything in the world. Everything all miexed up, like it's all mixed up now. And I failed. I failed. No matter what you start with it ends up being so much less.

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