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[nikle]

zahra just brought a wishbone in here. we each circled a pinky round a prong. pulled. snap. in our hands we held near identical pieces of bone. the juncture that was one no longer on the floor. no wishes tonight jose(marti)phine. just broken bones.

someone tell me the seven stages of grief? i'm too tired to look it up. the results are always slightly conflicting anyway.