Olivia and i are sitting on her front stoop. she's helping me with my lines. It's a warm march evening, almost like summer. The sky is still bright cyan but the sun is low and the sidewalks are streaked with long shadows.

I'm reciting: yes, the sun's come up over a thousand times. Summers and winters have cracked the mountains a little bit more and the rains have brought down some of the dirt. Some babies that weren't even born before have begun talking regular sentences already; And a number of people who thought they were right young and spry have noticed that they can't bound up a flight of stairs like they used to, without their heart fluttering a little…

I shake my head. Can't remember the rest.

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