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my finger misses you already
i visited many places like this as a child on after school soccer shopping trips with my mother, endlessly in and out of a succession of musty subarus with broken child-lock mechanisms and upholstered interiors that were never completely rid of their soda spill dampness. i’d move alone through these rolling beaches of beige, housed in some sad parking lot- associated to some mall complex, but far from it, a half-sister hiding in the pines and lonely fluorescent light. they always communicated a disorienting infinitude that was simultaneously exuberant with possibility and horrifyingly bleak
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