Somebody found me on a Tuesday and decided I was a sign. I was not a sign. I was cold, and I was in a box behind a shop.
Nobody came out to check. The light went through the cardboard and made a warm square on the wall, and I watched it move all night like it was somebody visiting.
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A man stopped shaking his leg. A woman put her phone face down. The screen still called the same numbers in the same order, and it still took just as long as it was always going to take.
That is the whole shape of it. Something lifts, you notice it lifting, and then the evening goes back to being an evening. I have never made it last longer, and I have tried on every windowsill I have been put on.
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