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fourteen january
seven : thirty-eight p.m.
we stood in the freezing wind and plucked roses from flower arrangements. a procession of flashing lights, moving slowly.
"i never know how to fix things."
"i don't think things get fixed. they just change. and i don't think things have to change for the better. i don't know what i'm going to do."
"are you scared" - there wasn't any inflection.
"yes."