Chapter 7. When you are not around, a constant death is

He left without even a glance without a single look behind he kept singing that Frank Sinatra song like a spell like a haunted note a haunted score no score not any more nobody won nobody lost just her; she is lost inside him cannot find an exit there has to be an exit try try try nothing she is lost in the crowd in the world no turns no returns no turnovers. He enters her shell she enters his hell nobody won nobody lost nothing. Try a bit harder. He says. Try a beat harder. She says.

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