by Daulton Dickey. —So tell me why you’re here. —I’m Tired. Not exhausted, but … just, I don’t know, tired. Sarah’s wearing that gray face sad people wear, that mask with dead eyes looks like an unpainted statue. —Can you describe it? “Tired” is so … —Not clear? —Mmm Hmm. —I didn’t want no attention, […]
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