After she left him, he walked the empty, dark streets at night. Trying to figure out what happened. Long drags on a stinging cigarette– a small glow that tried to light the shroud. Nothing worked. Everything was a reverberating, steel-cold echo. He needed to know why, and there was no why. Just the silence. And the darkness. Maybe tomorrow….

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