Piss

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But there was no escaping separation, which was left to the mercy of fate. One by one, those dearest to me had disappeared, and my memories, which I had so closely guarded, were ultimately of little consolation. My thoughts were awry. Separation awaited regardless of which way I turned, ready to reduce me to a baby chick shivering in the rain.
Notes of a Crocodile
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