“What’s your favorite music genre?”
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Then he says something along the lines of “I’m sorry,” but I’ve stopped listening. It feels as though I’m underwater.
“What can I do?” he asks. I look into his eyes. Olive.
“You should probably go,” I reply. I say this slowly, savouring the fact that he’s left me with a shred of dignity.
“Alright,“ he says. “If that’s what you want.”
And like this, we pretend that it is my decision. Like this, we pretend that I have a choice.
"— S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #274
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