Story behind the cuts
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Last published Wed, Feb 1, 2017
Once all the people left and the lights were off, I cried or in other words we cried. My bad luck and I. We cried till morning when my eyes and her became weak and we disappeared. We disappeared into deep, deep rest. The type of rest that is scorching for help. The type of help that is in need of life.
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