The indecent descent of conclusions to stories you didn’t want to hear. The rising action that is slow moving, like a baby’s breath, but slowly creeps to the fast pace rasp of lover’s pawing for each other, pawing for air. Substance, subsequently making everything in a direction unheard of, but you ears are fighting for the sound. Driving with the windows down, not giving a damn, not giving a damn.
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