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K.TH

he strode along a footpath. it towered above a train line, and roads blanketed the middle of the bridge.

why do i love you?

he held a long bamboo cane in his hand, stolen from an abandoned garden. he hit it against the metal fence and listened to the sweet sound it made.

why you?

there was a soda can on the handrail. he hit it off aggressively.

he stopped and looked across the roads. there was another man in a long cardigan. he looked distressed. he hit his lip and sighed.

he moved on.

why can't i leave you?

he was remembering. he didn't want to.

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