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The Apartment #286

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She finished speaking and immediately a darkness enclosed them. It came swiftly, but softly and gently. It happened in no time, because there was no time: it had neither beginning nor end. It simply was.
Maya was the first to reach out. She called for Leo, believing she had died, believing he was waiting. Then she called Tisha.
An alien voice sounded in her head.
Postulate: Love exists only where there is a potential for love to end, through decay or death. Greater research required.
And Tisha's voice: "Love's unseen, like energy. But the evidence of love is unquestionably visible."

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