The thunder amasses in the distance, readies itself to pummel the coastline just as my itinerary fires up. The city lies beaten by the heat, unable to move, unwilling to smile the way it normally does. I wander around the apartment looking at pieces of clothing not touched in ages. Wonder is this who I am now? Is this someone I could be? before weighing the outfits against my own self-awareness. A suitcase fills up. A world that nearly feels post-pandemic rises up on the horizon. There's a hope in your chest you haven't felt in years. Years. The loss is inconceiveable.
But there's nothing to say the revenge can't be
beyond your imagination.
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