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My heart stalled. Then it sank.

To my right, Julian was staring at the ceiling, his pen untouched. He was the poet. He would likely spiral into a beautiful, useless argument about love or loss. dr. stevens' final examination

I picked up my pen. I wrote, not a definition, but a story. My heart stalled

I understood.

A machine will never cry because the wind is still. A child always will.” Julian was staring at the ceiling