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GOODBYE IS A PAINFUL THING TO SAY
he looked down at his shoes. they're dirty. the right one was untied. should he bend down to tie it? maybe he should, he tried to reason with himself; what if it tripped him in front of every single living thing in the airport and made him look stupid? stupid like a fox, heh. thanks homer.
he lifted his head and looked around. oh, the airport, he thought to himself. people walked to and fro, not caring about what's around them, almost as if they've lost their peripheral vision, but everything was clear to him, he can see every gesture, every move, hear every whisper, every noise, every shout of joy, everything. then he looked at the girl standing in front of him, their eyes met.
"what?" she asked, smiling.
nothing, he thought to himself, but never actually said it, because that's not what he wanted to say. he just smiled. an invisible twenty-three-digit-combination-code lock sealed his mouth shut. what the combination to open the lock, he