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Sep 2020
"how's it going?" she asks.
i stare out the window at the parking lot below,
realizing the inevitability of human toil.
i look up at her and smile,
"fine."
sarah grace
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sarah grace  19/F/here yet there
(19/F/here yet there)   
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