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[ascendant]

It might not have been a romantic night. The car windows slightly parted as Chris Carrabba’s lyrical lips infiltrate passing cafes with a murderous pucker, sure to get everyone reminiscing of unrequited brushes of skin, phone messages about the weekend.

It was early summer but the warmth in the air had fallen with a plethora of branches after

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[anonymous]

i've noticed your writing has become more and more self-conscious, and therefore has lost its strength. lost its truth.

[ascendant]

and you are?