The Pale Echo
You keep talking about the bees. That is the first thing that is wrong. You are sitting in the corner of the apartment, legs crossed, wearing that blue dress you bought last Tuesday, and you are telling me about the bees. You say they are coming through the window. You say they are not bees, actually. You say they are the letters. You say they are the words you wrote in the notebook that you...
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