Me and Jessica, we are just standing in the loud and dark. Waiting
for the hit. The air around Jessica’s face bends convex and she might have a fishbowl
on her head but she curves away. Slowly my cloudy body drifts backwards,
relaxing casually towards the floor. I skip stonelike on the cement, airily look
up from the confusion of my body ceasing to hold me up, and she’s standing
there very far away. She leans over me, a smash to my senses and she’s hit my
face and I’m back in the room and I’m back on the floor.
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