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Are you coming?
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No.
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I don't know if I've come of age but I'm certainly older now.
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I feel shrunken,
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as if there's a tiny ancient Oliver Tate inside me
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operating the levers of a life-size Oliver-shaped shell.
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A shell on which a decrepit picture show
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replays the same handful of images.
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Every night I come to the same place
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and wait till the sky catches up with my mood.
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The pattern is set.
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This is, no doubt, the end.