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Leaving

I need to get out of this place.

I need to no longer live in a city where the streets are paved with memories and loss and grief, so much grief, and people that I can no longer touch or reach or be with.

The very stones, the pillars, the buildings, bridges, and grass in every park and every glass of wine in every restaurant utterly destroy me with their presence.

I can’t breathe anymore. I can’t open my eyes. I can’t listen to anything but the endless racket of rattling ghosts.

I am haunted by this town. And I simply cannot take it anymore.

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About Quinn

In it but not of it. A reformed player, now watcher. Speaker of raw truths.

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Raison d’etre

"Raw," she said. "I want something primal. I want something bare and naked. I want you to give me this life raw, unbidden, unhidden, free, fair, and true. Can you do that? Can you do that for me?"

One may only try.

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