‘ aside from bringing some coins to my pockets, love has proved no use to me. ’ the words of a heart that’s been kept alone for so long. quite long, yet not enough. although her attention goes here and there, filling boxes with the remaining books and readings kit so the single residual tent could be finally put away, her beliefs are solid. ‘ it’s not me not giving information on that man so i can spare his life because i love him. it’s me not giving information on him so i can spare everyone time. including myself. ’ a pack of books tumbles in the gap within their feet, allowing her palms a rest upon hips. ‘ it’s hopeless. now, would you be kind and help me carry this one to my car? i can only do so much with two hands. ’
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