The summer came quick, and hit like a brick. I couldn’t move without feeling sick. I tried to sleep, but the heat was too thick. I stayed up all night, till the clock turned six. I was paralyzed. There’s a dent in the bed in the place where you slept. It’s the only thing left of yours that I kept — a shallow reminder I was out of my depth. While you never looked, I never leapt. I was paralyzed, always paralyzed.

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