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In 100, by Wyatt on November 8, 2019 at 12:56 pm

There was a train, and it rolled along many beaches. Sandy, deep, ocean-facing, resort-riddled, you were there, with a collection of fancy friends all dressed non-ironically the same way as me, but I did so in jest: with a blue and white tutu and a big bow on my chest. You fixed my hair and cried when I told you something. It was lovely to look at you, exciting to be with you, and fulfilling to hold you. But ultimately I hopped back on that train to lie in the arms of the woman who knew how to hold me.

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