A very Russian turn of events: no solutions, but the trouble passes—so why bring it up?
Fiction
The world must appear strange as you peer through our hero’s eyes. Your eyes now.
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Is that bizarre? he asked. That such a brief experience of love was too much?
He had Alex now, he thought. He wouldn’t feel those old pangs. But the loneliness greeted him like a—well, not so much like an old friend. But. You know. Like loneliness.
This was a real friend. Like old times—better times. When your chip bags spilled over and your idols reeked and all your friends tried to kill you.
Pagination
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