Short Story: Harry Nilsson's Blues
And after all this time, no matter how I tried, I still couldn’t make her love me. We’d just take breathers from each other. I’d discover (after one particular breather) that it would only work if I carried on the search, documenting the chase. Looking now, for anyone else…
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