Prologue
I'm sure that's the moment I buttoned my shirt wrong.
And since I kept fastening them, one after another, all out of alignment, a set of unnatural laws began to take hold.
It's what always seals my lips shut in a distorted way.
There's plenty of oxygen all around me, yet I can't even draw a satisfying breath.
I can't even wish for a single thing.
But. That summer, full of mistakes, was without a doubt a fulfilling one.
That's why I'll say it.
To the small electronic device that fits in the palm of my hand.
Just a single-word password.
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