Breathe
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He smells like peppermint, just like Max. He looks tired, yet he talks like he's anxious and breathing all the words in one breath, just like Max. He looks alone and dead inside, emotions eroded by the air he takes in his lungs, just like me. I can't tell if he's teaching me to breathe, or to remember.
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