Purely Pyrrhic

He lived, end of story, which may have been the intent all along. But had he not, nobody could say that they would have been greatly surprised.

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Busier on the south side, it allowed for possibility. The specter of growth.

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This is a parting note, one of an impossible sensation that consciousness had severed from head and now floated three feet above me, tethered to a string around the neck.

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Note: writing exercises.

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