For you, I will write a little story. A story about rain and fog and the way you smile after you’ve forgotten my name. It begins with saying hello and ends with saying good-bye, but before you say you’ve heard it all, let me explain that you haven’t heard a thing. Who knows which of us it is saying good-bye, and who knows if it’s a given farewell or a taken farewell? Maybe we go on for pages, and maybe we’re just a sentence here on this one.
Stick around, if you like. Let’s find out how the story goes.
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