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after the final tragedy to befall him, she went to talk to him. he was sitting outside of the church, his back against the wall, and he was pretty much eating a sadness sandwich with laughter bread. he'd talk to himself, and the feeling of loss would overpower him. then something he'd say something absurd and laughing would reveal its proximity to crying. what was strange to her was that it became clear that this is how he had always been, this at his most extreme was just a slight intensification of his usual state of mind. suddenly the carelessness in his dealings with other people and their feelings, his impulsive and capricious nature, they all seemed to make sense. he'd been waiting for this moment the whole time, courting it even. like a kid waiting for a depressing x-mas. he never did have any patience, he was always looking towards what next, the end, the end. he looked up and saw her approaching and as if answering her questions said "it didn't matter that it hadn't happened, all that mattered was that it could happen."
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