at the bottom of the slushee.
Sloshed about,
fizzling.
The heat of their youth,
the fleeting drag
dies
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- Scene 335: Mightier
- Scene 334: Chronophobia
- Scene 333: Following Footsteps
- Scene 332: Angel Tears
- Scene 331: Pressure
- Scene 330: Different
- Scene 336: Gateway
- Scene 335: The Song
- Scene 334: Second Thoughts
- Scene 333: The Wrong Choice
- Scene 332: Get to Know You Better
- Scene 331: Promises
- Scene 330: Farewells
- Scene 329: On the Nature of Wishes
- Scene 328: Epiphanous
- Scene 327: Black
- Scene 326: Forgetting Dreams
- Scene 325: Speech Bubble
- Scene 324: A Play in the Dark
- Scene 323: Smoke After Fire
- Scene 322: The Party
- Scene 321: A Fleeting Eternity
- Scene 320: Between the Lines
- Scene 319: Unity
- Scene 318: On Being Left
- Scene 317: Rum on Your Lips
- Scene 316: The Bay
- Scene 315: Dollar Store
- Scene 314: Geometry
- Scene 313: Knowing Better
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