Thereis a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
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It's dusk in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox. It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache. I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.
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