As one turns to the well-thumbed pages of an old book we fell into eachother again. And I remembered why the lines underlined, even small words like shriek and shake and sigh had haunted me so, the feel of the pages exciting my mind just as it had back then, oh, how wonderful to learn it all anew, the old infused with this nervous wonder, wonder at the words of it all and the old childish hope fading in those final lines, that maybe this time it could end differently, but no it will always end then that fixed black fist punctuating puncturing - oh please, wrench my palms from our tale send me off into the night and cast the book aside, with 2 pages to go.

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