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The smoke makes the air hazy, visible. Pickpocketing my attention. Just like that.

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They defy assessment, if you let them, she said. I had no choice. That is totally wild, Ifigenia. I think you are brave, clear as the liquid of truth. But it is night. Shall we? Come look, and then say. I just happened to pass by. You know how it is. The will to impose. Crumbs of crackers collecting in your shirt. Bells ringing. The Dome echo. A giant music box. Calling in mist. Calling in cold. Calling. Life on the rails. Ears throbbing. From tiredness. From too many politely empty observations. From too much waiting.
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