We knew we were garbage.

They didn’t have to tell us, the fact sat heavy in our stomachs. We’d long realized that we’d never change the world. There’d be no statues of us in our hometowns, no headlines in the national papers. We’d gotten over it. Most of the time anyway.

“You know the only thing that this means,” she said, “is that we’re free.”

It was too early in the morning for me to get into it. I hadn’t slept well and it was already too hot, even if the sun had barely crested the horizon. So I agreed.


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