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She wouldn’t be late.

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It was after three in the morning, Cass pulled on her damp bikini, struggled into her sweatpants and jacket. She drove to the Y. She wouldn’t be late.

Doom junkie.

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We fed on each other’s sadness. We were junkies for nihilism.

This in loving.

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Your presence hangs: a sopping shirt, dripping on bathroom tiles. I may be electrocuted by the blow-dryer.

She wished she could have gone for a last walk with him.

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They would have strolled past the cafes where they had lattes and croissants.

India defined by color.

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THEY SAY IT’S LIKE DROWNING BY AMY PURCELL, YOU AND I BY NADIA CHOUDHURY, THE KILL BY THOMAS MAMPALAM, INDIA COLOR BY ROGER CAMP, PERSEPHONE BY CRAIG CONSTANTINE.

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