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There I Was It was the kind of night where the stars come out swinging. Suddenly thousands, hundreds of thousands, each one like a memory, sky full of old scars. A group of three girls pass by, preoccupied with themselves, with something within themselves, with one another. Too impossible to ignore, I watch them as they move off. One bumps lightly into the other. She laughs. Their histories are probably full of long, starless afternoons, like nothing I have ever seen.
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