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Now, the sound of approaching sirens feels like a violence.
And he’s so attractive that she knows instantly the world he lives in is not the same one in which she does, that he can’t possibly experience it the same way.
She never really understood the phrase piercing when applied to eyes, but that’s what his are.
Attractive in a quiet way.
The actual act of smoking is never anywhere near as good as the anticipation of doing it but even so, the first drag makes him feel better.
She thinks, I could be the last person on earth and not know it. And then that she could be the last person on earth and no one would ever have even known she was here.
We are not prisoners of fate, Varadkar booms from the TV screen. There is no fate but what we make for ourselves.
