Prologue It’s settling now. The sweet nostalgia of the resignation fall takes on as it succumbs to winter. I shove my hands into the pockets of my worn coat. I should replace it but I can’t seem to ever make the time to buy a new one. That seems to be a common character flaw of mine, the inability to make time. I blame my humanity. That’s not what she would blame though. She would say it is my innate ability to not give any resemblance of a fuck about anything. It always made her jealous, my ability to not feel anything, to be completely still in the chaos that was our reality. She blames me. I accept, it’s easier that way.

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