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Apr 2013
The sun was rising, or had it already risen?
It reflected on the lake, I remember that much.
I vaguely remember wanting to go swimming.
We were out of cigarettes as usual.

We talked about something personal, probably.
That's how it always starts.
We talked about the weather, probably.
That's how it always ends.

Nothing in common and nothing to lose.
We’ll greet casually after this.
Written by
Molly
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