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You wake freezing, cold rain rushing in through an open window and so many alarms missed. The entire icy season seems sprung out of your suffering heart; you are a sitcom cliché despite yourself. Your roommates drag you out to watch silly old musicals, how you adore their kindnesses. You forget to eat again, the heart breaks and breaks and lives by breaking, the little candle burns and burns unperturbed.

Your typewriter sits steady on the windowsill, ready for what storms may come. But the words are missing, lately, and you don't know how to get them back.