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“write about me,” he tells me, “but exclude the ocean. oh, and the stars.”
“why exclude those?” i ask.
“because i want you to write about the parts of me that nobody knows about.
you know, the dark part of me that no one really wants to read.”
i nod, taking my pen against the paper, frowning as i do so. he looks at me, very sadly, “why did you write your name?”