The night air was dry that day. I kept folding the tissue in half until it would fold no further, chewing absently on the straw.
You leaned crookedly against the window, idly stirring the remaining ice in a glass that had already gone lukewarm. Only irregular, restless sounds formed the lone rhythm.
Within that languid, indifferent attitude, you were methodically erasing me. Looking at the squares—needlessly precise now— I thought it would be nice if everything could become that small.
Where you...
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