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No sarcasm. Time and space appear to have become mysteries to her.

Dedicated to the fight, waging it on a back-alley field. She'll do whatever she can to help you.

Oh, she wants the two of you to be friends and you already threatened him...

Oh, she wants the two of you to be friends...

She doesn't know what she's responding to.

She doesn't understand a word you're saying.

"Out here". The material world is no longer home to her.

An apology that she left it broken, or that somebody else had to fix it.

The shock of lost time returning to her.

Said with authority and pleasure -- a problem solved.

So appeal to her as a colleague. Take her seriously. Tell her your own professional problems, ask for her help.

She's begging you to change the truth.

Like everyone, you are susceptible to the human impulse to find order within your environment.

You imagine him getting his last licks in, dying roaring, slower than they betted on, all teeth and fury and cunts.

Even now, in this lonely corner of the world, it finds you.

You've already given over to yourself. These words are simply gestures to be performed.

You can practically feel her pinching the bridge of her nose as she says 'tiebreakers'.

You weren't who they needed you to be then, but maybe, maybe you are now.

'I need you there', she would say, if she could.

She imagines watching your names glide past together. Novessa premiere, Kino Harmoonia, front row, your hand on hers.

Even now, in this lonely corner of the world, her voice finds you.

People hunger for that happily ever after.

Take it. A keepsake for the road.

You could get that poetry magazine Hauzmann wanted, even though you found the jail. A little gift.

You could get that poetry magazine the heartless man wanted, even though you found the jail. A little gift.

In this man's mental-life, physical violence is what happens to other people.

Old pilots? He must be referring to the table of nattering old men you passed on the way here.

For his services at this payphone he is paid nothing -- and yet, he remains number one employee of the month, every month.

Already set on life's glide path, and all it cost him was his humanity.

Especially him.

An intervention.

He thinks he's about to be dismissed.

No spouse. No friends. No passions. No beliefs. Just this.

If he keeps going like this, he's going to stroke out in his 30s.

Selflessly giving up his own prized possession to bring joy to a neurologically challenged young lady.

The Trust merely recognising her hard work. Nothing unsavoury here, as far as she's concerned.

She sounds quite drunk.

This took a very sad turn. It won't be easy to swing it back around.

Reminded of her loss, the liqueur tastes like honeyed grief on her tongue.

They may not even mourn him. Someone else could just wear the bag, adopt the title.

Perhaps an enthusiastic grunt, acting on their own initiative, to please their commanding officer.

Something like you, but not like you. Something that has undergone a transformation.

Your subconscious mind knows him a few seconds before your conscious one does.

But she hasn't asked you to leave. She must be very lonely.

Because of the Miracle Line. She thinks of you as a client.

Hopeful, shy. She just needs some gentle encouragement.

She hears that a lot. She was hoping for something unrelated to her physical attributes.

To you. Because you're a client.

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