One Centimeter

Can’t write it unless you open the page. Can’t magick it into being without lifting your magic wand and abracadabra-ing a bit.

Don’t mind the cigarette smoke, the man choking and dying below us. We’re not here for forever, anyway. Just long enough to catch a breeze.

Okay. Time for a bath.

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