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Impatience and grey-lidded eyes. And I think, I think it feels like, it feels like walking home after dark: all wide open and cool-skinned, finally able to ignore the flowers and the license plates and stranger’s hangnails. Alone at an awkward angle and growing colder all the time- you never picked up your prescription, the rice water boiled over and the milk went sour. Your life let go of your hands and you fled because you’ve always been afraid of rejection.