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The future.
Jasper is asleep, now. His
mouth has dropped open.
Suzie is awake. Beyond
awake. In the now. She
goes on staring into the
rushing darkness as the
trainmakesupfor lost time,
aiming for London, for the
heart of everything. Go get
to know yourself. Go get
while the train is playing
beats and the phones are
waving like tiny beacons
of hope and glory in the
great vanishing concert of
your mardy life.
Coseverything’s vanishing,
anyway. That’s what life is.
You can’t stop it. All you
can do is pretend to. Her
face is stone cold, so near
to the glass.
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