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I tell him to go on, that it’s like I’m seeing the taillights of a car in a dense fog. Sometimes it’s brighter, sometimes gone completely. Maybe the fog will lift. Really, though, nothing has connected with me. I’m lying. Something in me wants to please him. There are no taillights at all. I am alone in this fucking fog.
Jay Squires
Bingz Huang
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Such a powerful metaphor!
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