[ It's strange, to be able to suddenly see and feel the ripping, suffocating dichotomy at her fingertips now. Because if he was somewhere in this room, or she was somewhere he could hear her, she knows her first words right back would have been, I hate it, all impulse-annoyance-agreement. But it's pointless to write. Would look like overblown exaggeration, right?
She has some sympathy for the her before this week.
She can see, feel, just how much it sheers her away to write instead: ]
I don't like it either.
It's not even just us. Well, I guess Diego & Vanya are still close to where they should be. But then there's you, with your extra year and change. Me, with mine. Klaus's other year before me. And those months in Vietnam. Five's forever in the future.
[ It was like, even as they came together finally, they were all being pulled further apart. ]
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She has some sympathy for the her before this week.
She can see, feel, just how much it sheers her away to write instead: ]
I don't like it either.
It's not even just us. Well, I guess Diego & Vanya are still close to where they should be. But then there's you, with your extra year and change. Me, with mine. Klaus's other year before me. And those months in Vietnam. Five's forever in the future.
[ It was like, even as they came together finally,
they were all being pulled further apart. ]