Sometimes, if you really pay attention, you can see in someone's eyes they've gone in a completely different direction and find your pithy observations to be only so much useless palaver. Was that the instant the string broke--that snapping sound?-- that I crossed over and became
not desirablecompany? I am as I ever was, except in the ways I've been externally damaged.
Insert textural shrug here
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