I can still remember his rants in the summer heat;
"You all just ignore me like I'm a figment of your imagination, whichIam, and I'm actually trying to fucking teach you something about life here.
"How the hell do you live with yourselves? Every morning, I wake up and I find another flaw in myself. How the fucking hell do you live with yourselves?"
"Just barely."
He turned to me with an odd look on his face. I raised an eyebrow and lifted my bare arm. He nodded.
But now I'm not there any more, and neither is he, and I'm walking down a city alleyway and I can't think.
"Fuck."
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