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An Excerpt of Thought.
The first time. Church bells were ringing in the distance. The church bells were always ringing. Every hour. Every half hour. White noise to us. His lips touched mine and they tasted like Fanta. A soda bubble rested on my lip as he pulled back from me. The ringing of the bells rocked the air…
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I think about talking to my older sister a lot. We should be closer than we are. The thought always passes and eventually it’s the next day and I think about her again.
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The sense of nothing 