She’s on the rooftop again, amidst the sheets blowing in the wind. They’re gray this time. Dark. Everywhere is dark. She’s the only one there. The man in the white suit is nowhere to be seen. Her hair is loose. So is her dress. She’s barefooted. Why is there no one here? Why is there no one here? 

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