[ she's digging herself a little grave here, isn't she? letting john talk her into going. letting felipe talk her into staying long enough to hear him sing, and to talk after. promising pieces of herself that she doesn't know that she can give, in pursuit of a life that she is increasingly convinced has become anathema to her, no matter how badly she's always dreamed of it.
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where have you been?
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its quieter
it wasnt you
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[ and being alone ]
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but even at night it still feels like late fall
and i brought a blanket
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[ that's why she reached out, duh!!!
but this also elides that she has no plans to come back for good until she has herself under control, somehow. ]
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[ now that she knows to, she certainly will make sure she lasts at least that long ]
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why
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she rubs at her face. ]
yeah
okay
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and i have a few questions for you.
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i'll be quick i promise.
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