hey, i went there again yesterday. about the same time we went there 11 years ago. same liquid yellow sun. same special fx glow on the leaves and the life of concrete around us. there is a flyover now where there was a railroad track. it was quiet there, unlike then when we visited. this time i was there to extend a life, we were there to end it. in the evening i imagined your soft breasts and floppy skin. i came, with regrets.

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