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The Death of No #3


We each had at least one when No wrapped comforting arms around us and protected us from harm.

Sure, No was more unreliable than not. There were nights we needed No and No wasn’t there. There were walks through cities, day and night, when No was supposed to be with us and No wasn’t. But those weren’t the stories we shared, at first.

Soon enough No deteriorated and machines took over failing processes. We lamented the dinners when No left an empty seat, silver still in place. Who cares! we screamed, No was never there for us to begin with!

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