“That song you opened the show with tonight, what's the name of it?” “After All There's Us,” I say, sitting back up and grabbing a pair of chopsticks with my right hand, tapping them against the surface of the table as I return Lilith's stare and pray that that's the end of this conversation. I don't want to fucking talk about my music, any of it. It's all too personal, too full of pain, too rife with meaning. “The song says his eyes, but your chest says hers,” she continues and I feel my breath escape in a rush. I pluck some crab sashimi from a plate and pop it into my mouth, trying not to
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