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Bow
We tug the strings to hit.
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LIGHTS in the dark such as the bokeh bulbs and spotlights winding through the crowd always remind me of my strife to recreate imaginary lights around me while I isolated myself in my father’s sensory deprivation tank. And just as how I did it before, the polarized wires around the room made my job as easy as I have prepared for.
Moving bodies in the atrium of the right wing rubbing against each other produced unnoticeable total room heat, my glass of merlot warming slightly.
I felt a rush of wired lights whizz past me and attached themselves to the young man who still looked at me as I was the most stupid person in the room.
“I am serious,” I assured him and it made him breathe in a massive amount of air and scoff in disbelief.
“Do you th
