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The Little Things

The Little Things

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I've never quite figured out how one girl managed to wreck my life so badly. Although, to be fair, I played a large hand in the life-wrecking myself. But not like her. Never like her. Indigo. I remember when she was just a shadow in my life; a wall, a piece of furniture, a name. A spectre in the world of my existence, nothing more. And in one night she thunders in like a freight train, wrecks herself on a brick wall and leaves me to pick up the pieces. For a few glorious weeks, she was everything. And then she left again- though never again would she be merely a shadow. It took but one night to start it all. One brisque night, one chance glance out the window, and one noose.
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