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Or.

I wake up weak.
watery late afternoon light paints everything pale and sick
the air conditioning hasn’t kicked on in hours.

sweat has beaded and dried itself

we’re not going to make it this time

I turn and face the wall
I need a shower

———-

or a gun
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