The poem

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"She sits on the rooftops, mid afternoon." She sang. "Bad things aren't over..." she paused and instead of singing it, she said "but they'll end soon.... oh shit." She looked at me. "Next to her lover, holding her hand. Sticking together, till this all ends. That's how we beat It. I gotta go." She said. "Wait. Is there any more to that song?" I said. "Yeah but I can't remember it. I'll try. Bye."  I heard a crack when she left. "Shit."

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