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"it's just a croaking sense," he said on his haunches in the dark december air, heavy and warm with the moist breath of the night. "i feel as if i am a robot in a large box of other robots unable to do anything, a big bumping box to rot it. There is nothing here," he said, but then forgot his thoughts and let his voice trail into nighttime.

"yeah." over teo's head an oak branch, reigning like a hand over the picnic table at its two inhabitants. teo looked up, seeing the fingers split to rivulets to branches which rode crazily against the white sky, running into each other and coming out again, interlacing madness of children with kitestring. "...what?" teo asked.

"nothin'." makarovsky looked over the scalloped swipe of grass that was the rushing slope of the park. good they had left the store, bad they had no beer. beer would be so nice now. he felt his eyes burn under the twilight-filtered sun, obese and warm, scarringly bright against a sky fading back into subtle grey. the day had been long, blue, calm. their legs were crossed, they were young, although that was before makarovsky got the fear of being dead.

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"there's like nothing going forward in it, nothing moving, dead swans on still water," makarovsky stumbled, through the phrase with his lips distracted. he was trying again and teo was watching a butterfly chase flowers swung in the currents of almost-chilly air on the hill. "christ."

"i can't believe you don't know anything about politics," he mocked again, his lips spread back like the glaring fact of a horses's asshole. "I can't believe" and broke into giggles, bitterly. He faced down the hill, teo behind him to his flowers and bees. "i can't believe i didn't talk to her." hand to face, further darkness. brief lights beyond hand, the bright cornea of the broad sheen of light folding down the hill. "i think she's the only damn reason i'm still there."

it was dark now. to wonder what teo was doing. how suddenly night comes, how suddenly suddenly. it was weird, and it hurt his head like not breathing when you were in a fright. "damn," he muttered. night came fast.

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