The dream where nobody has any names

Everybody except for me thought he was 100% definitively dead.

Had he fallen backwards down the 62 stories into the street, then maybe I could, but something about the fact that after a few moments of startled stumbling, he actually managed to turn into the fall, and essentially dive off the edge of the building down 62 stories to his supposed demise.  It seems to be that I was the only person who took note of such a reaction, and such is the result of me thinking that perhaps, as unlikely as it may be, that he’s really not dead.

It doesn’t really matter right now though, because for now, at least, maybe forever; he’s out of the picture.  And with him out of the picture, it means she’s available.

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