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The Day that you Died I remember the day that you died.The Day that you Died
It was evening, your favorite time of day. We were on the rooftop of one of the many buildings in New York City, watching the sky be painted orange and pink. It was our old apartment building, the one that we moved out of when we reached adolescents. But that didn’t matter; those things never mattered.
We use to sit up there a lot, remember? We would watch the sunset, just like we did the day you died. We would talk about anything and everything on that roof, while below people watched in awe at the two kids sitting
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Like No Tomorrow She sings a lullaby. Softly, sweetly, terribly, again and again and again. Finishes it, begins once more.Like No Tomorrow
She has no child in her arms. No doll, no small living thing. Nothing at all that would enjoy a lullaby. She is too young to have a child of her own, and too old to be playing with dolls (not that she played with anyway).
And what living thing would want to go near her? Not one, not one at all.
She continues to sing – rewind, pause, fast-forward. Again and again and again. No one listens to her. Her mind has long since left her; she ca
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