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The honey on his tongue turned to ashes. The dream flowers and is harvested, and we are left by the wayside, having served our singular purpose in the scheme of progress: as the orange is tossed aside when sucked of its ruddy juice. In the rush of commuters he did not see her boarding his train. ‘It was your son who left the place empty then?’ he asked. “No, no, no.
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