ta' a variant of someone i know. Well—not that i know / YOU / exactly-b-but still! You get what i mean..? I hope ya' do.."

It'll have to do Yishai, it'll have to do.

The wind picks up. Rattles the window a little.

An' i pretend that’s you, flipping me off for being dramatic.

I smile, kind of.

And then I jump out the window, swinging an' teleportin' away, tryin' to unshackle the chains of th' free world.

th' new stuff sounds like shit and you could do it better with a Casio and a car battery.

To hear ya' breathe.

And so I stay there.

Hand on th' tilework.

Eyes stinging an' my heart beating out your name like it still thinks you’ll answer.

“Quinn,” I whisper in longin'.

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