The familiar frequency of radio silence settles through my fallout shelter the same as the dust across my lonely life. I've been in this pocket of echoes before. Grown comfortable with an ebb and flow of disdain. She had built her case hastily and from shoddy materials. Years of dismantling expertise lay dormant inside the veins of my old hands. I decline to tear down the errors she has built with such dissonance. To do so would break her bones, and I'm not so cruel, any more.
10:56 a.m. - 2017-01-16
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