Cirrus
by Pastelsky
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Description
Like clouds, our relationship was fleeting.
Foreword
A short phone call.
"Hello? Yeah, you were right. Our relationship's going to end soon. I can feel it."
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"What? No. I'm not going to do anything about it. I can't do anything about it."
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"Hmm? I'm just going to reminisce. There's nothing else to do."
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"I'll call you later. You know, when it's all officially over."
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