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[alt_regulus]

It's dark as pitch

behind you, the bright one

there, low in the south, with the Lyrids shooting

like hexes towards you, past you

   there: one

       another

 

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[alt_sirius]

Yeah, I know. How many times d'you think I've picked up my quill only to stop myself and wait until it was really necessary?

Not that it mattered much. Not if what I think you were doing last is what you were doing.


And no, I guess I don't need to see it on the page, or hear it spoken. But maybe you do.

[alt_regulus]

Don't tell me what you think. Really, don't.

Just let this be enough.