And every sentence that I spoke began and ended
in ellipses

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Each of eight fingers gripping what he wrote, clung on tightly,
like parenthesis

About me.

And for each correctly used apostrophe, I could feel my heart sink
inside my chest in front of me

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So maybe the lining of a winter's coat mightn't be the best place
to hide a summer secret

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