In the last few hours, Alice has:. It was June, the North was in the full throws of summer, and I was on my way to meet a woman I was crazy for and believed was crazy about me too. I lay awake and stare at the ceiling, pinned in place by the weight of a crushed romantic fantasy. The weather was warm and the sky was clear. She is gone for thirty minutes.
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