That moment when awareness flits in and out, as if carried by butterflies. Deep inside I wish it would just crash in all at once. I�m sure that would be easier. I take another sip. My water tastes so weird, almost fruity. But I clearly remember our conversation as Pete poured our dinner drinks. He offered iced tea, but I wanted water so that�s what he poured me.
Another sip. No, I�m quite
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