sometime
later, i tell her, stopping
suddenly
in the middle,
not quite having reached
the good parts.
i've grown weary of the story
having told it
so many times,
and for what reason?
who cares,
not I.
maybe one day, i'll pick up
where i've left off,
or maybe not.
perhaps i'll have a new
story to tell by then.
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