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Couch (Pretty Balanced)

pnina wore a blanket reading books on the couch pnina's legs were folded fingers clasped to her mouth she thought she'd go to sleep and dream in photographs her brother josh in his pajamas lay on the floor playing chess he knew what all the pieces were for he lay there losing to himself on purpose they thought in languages nobody understood they hadn't eaten they were trying to be good instead despite their pains they had become perfection