Chapter 6 · free to read
Side B was the night she died. Side A, then, had to be everything before it.
If either of us ever leaves, we come back for the other. Recorded over the song, laughing, the way you swear to a thing you are certain will never be tested.
Ploy. Eight kilometres of rain heard it. So did every unlit stairwell in the north wing.
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