Twenty-Six

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I went to go see Phil.

but at the edge of the woods i realized i couldn't smell roses or cigarettes or anything phil.

i couldn't hear him laughing or talking.

i didn't remember where he would stand.

the trees weren't shaking and it bothered me.

a silent warning maybe.

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