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November 17, 2020

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ezra finds me in the throngs of people who've flooded into our tiny house
after the funeral. 
after booking it from the greenhouse, i bolted to the porch
and sat on the swing, that creaked, and creaked, and creaked. 
"hey." he pulled at the velvet ribbon that i used to tie back my hair. 
"you okay?"
no, no, i wasn't. i never would be. ever again. 

so i told him that. 

he pulled me close and kissed my neck.

i felt a shock run through me
and i pushed him away and 
folded my arms tightly over my chest. 


he slowly got up, and looked at me with

a forlorn gaze i had never seen from him
before. 

he stalks off, hands in the pockets of his pants. 

i don't know what else to say, 

besides it's easier to write without

grammar rules and capitals right now. 

-lucia

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