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Chain-Smoking
            The last time I saw you, you were standing in the middle of Hartford Square and handing out Johnny Cash bumper stickers, an unlit clove cigarette hanging out of your mouth like a lost cause. The scene fit you; as the crowd moved in circles around you, your face stayed as expressionless as a statue that had waited three

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[rednickel]

i think this might be my favorite of yours. there is so much implied; every sentence has layers of unspoken meaning. it's strange how we almost want people to get away, to leave us, so we can make them up in our heads and romanticize them out of proportion. then, when we meet them again, there is the disparity between who they are to our memory, and who they are now. it gets really confusing and sometimes heartbreaking.

anyway, this line really tugged at me:

"an unlit clove cigarette hanging out of your mouth like a lost cause"

great stuff.