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Life Had Been A Suit I'd Only Put On For Special Occasions. Most Of The Time I Kept It In The Back Of My Closet, Forgetting It Was There. We Were Meant To Die When It Was Barely Stitched Anymore, When The Elbows And Knees Were Stained With Grass And Mud, Shoulder Pads Uneven From People Hugging You All The Time, Downpours And Blistering Sun, The Fabric Faded, Buttons Gone.

Not Returning Phone Calls Is The Severest Form Of Torture In The Civilized World.

I Was Aware Now, As Ever, That Between All People There Were First Times You See Them And Last Times You See Them.

To Be Next To Her Was To Have Everything.

Sovereign. Deadly. Perfect.