It really is over. I've just been too busy to let it sink in. Hearing about my friend's break-up with her partner of five years and about my roommate's yearning for closure (and blowtorch) with her own best friend, looking out the living room window to a wet street strewn with soggy leaves, still bright orange though not for very much longer. Crying when your nose is packed with snot sure doesn't make it any easier to breathe.


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