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- I dream about you, you know.
- And in dreamland, time traveled backwards. You and I were walking backwards on Liszt Street, past Point X, past Mom shouting at her lawyer, past Rafael kissing Katherine, past all the restaurants and people-phantoms and buskers on street corners smelling of cigarettes and beer.
- We entered your office. You held your bonsai plant in your hands. Your fingers ran up and down its small trunk like you were massaging the back of a lover. I remember your voice in my ear: “Sometimes I can hear it grow.”
- You walked backwards onto your desk while I looked at my arms. They were covered in red X’s, like someone sliced them with a razor.
- “I’m a placebo effect,” you said. You were on your desk. You held the bonsai plant high over your head. Then you let go, and it splattered like a body full of blood.
- “I’m a placebo effect,” you said again, while the blood formed an oblong shape in the carpet. An oblong with diamond-shaped ears and eyes like black seeds pounded into the dirt.
- I couldn’t make out the shape back then. But I know better now.
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