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  • We three. Always three. The last ones left. Everyone else had moved out into the world. We had time yet to serve. Nearly minted, but not quite.

    We smiled through a lot. Drank and smoked even more. Pretended we weren't afraid. Clung to each other fiercely, with need, with anger, with pride.

    We wrote, we danced, we froze, we wondered about the future. We judged in silence. We comforted in crisis. We wondered about the future. We feigned accomplishment. We completed and accomplished. We hid out alone together. We wondered about the future.

    We were so young. And then we were done.
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