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False Cathedrals She placed her elbows on the table and leaned forward. "After that I would drink so much that I wouldn't dream," she said. I told her she was being melodramatic, although I knew where she was coming from. "It's funny," she said. "You're either taking a beating or handing one out." I nodded. Outside the leaves were changing from green to yellow, the landscape had the look where you knew it was cold. The air crisp as bee stings. "Want to go for a walk?" I asked. She dipped her finger into her coffee. "There's no point to that now, it's not going to save anything." I looked out the window, wondering what the air tasted like at the end of the driveway.
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