It gets to what you want, not even what’s right, in the end. I’ve seen it in this decaying city, the girls taking off more and more of their clothes. I used to toggle the words “smart” and “funny”, but now I realize they’re one and same. But the funny ones drop out, they can’t take it, they don’t want to lose it, they want to rediscover the sunshine under time, like they wanted to be all along.
“Without Grace”
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