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Ryan kept one hand in his jacket pocket where he held tightly to his lighter, smoothing his thumb against the metal casing and constantly flicking the lid open and closed. The only time he’d stop fidgeting with the lighter was when he needed to wipe his nose with his jacket sleeve.

“I’m not crying, it’s just allergies,” he suddenly decided to clarify this time when he did, though no one asked.

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I think I’ll print it in the personals, That I’m looking for a match. Someone to light me up, Someone to burn the proof of the things that I’ve done. Each day there’s hours, skip like a stone. I just crawl in a bag, I’m gonna live my life like somebody’s shadow.