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The Hogs of Entropy 0144
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>> "A Sentence" <<
a text file that could *only*
be written by -> Orestes
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Ultimately, in breaking up, Casey revealed to me what she never
could, her tears and her true emotion; but I did not join her, maybe because
she was crying for what never was, for the severing of a connection which
reached a level not nearly as low as the pain of the cut itself; I wonder if
I should have cried and if I should have let her destroy what we had, but we
couldn't even talk about what we said or what we did.
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* (c) HoE publications. HoE #144 -- written by Orestes -- 12/9/97 *
