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third-person narration is defined as, and she tells the nameless narrator that third-person is when a
narrator uses words like "he," "she," "they," "them" and "it" to refer to the other characters. She
says words like "I," "us," and "we" are never used. She looks at the nameless narrator and watches
as the narrator thinks about what she just said, and she says "Please don't tell me you are going to
ask me what first-person is." I look back at her and laugh, and I tell her that I'm pretty sure I know
what a first-person narrative is. The truth is I already knew the definition of all three perspectives.
I guess back then I just wanted to hear her speak sometimes.

The night has fallen as it has done so many times before and I ponder how many people didn't live
long enough today to see it fall.

Tao wants to prank call his cousin, but I tell him not to because I don't want my phone number on
someone's caller identification. I don't want them calling back. He tells me not to worry, that he
will do star sixty-seven so that the caller's information is blocked. How many times I'd like to star
sixty-seven my life. He makes the call and for the duration I feel like I am a child again.

Going on to the next subject, Tao asks me if I've ever seen that effect light has on the Sun when it's
just above the horizon, how it looks like a square. I tell him that I don't care about the Sun or about
his stupid illusions. Fuck you then. No fuck you, get out of my apartment. It's cool just give me the
remote. No you really have to go I have to pray. Pray? You're not even religious. Did you find
Jesus or something?

I didn't find Jesus but I did find myself pushing him out of my apartment. At the very end, with
only half of his body inside the apartment, he finally gives up and goes to his own home. Farewell
motherfucker, don't come back. A social fragment.

Lynne's door opens, she asks me where all the noise is coming from. She's not wearing the yellow
dress, but she is wearing a yellow dress. She has make-up on, and perfume. In the words of
whoever said it first because I'm sure I'm not the first person to ever say this about a woman, "she
was a beautiful sight."

I tell her that Tao fell down the stairs, and Tao who is standing at the top of the stairs about to go
home gives me that stupid look and then opens his mouth to speak.

Lynne told me that a green rose, while it is rare, is a beautiful thing to see. That it represents mostly
life and nature. All I can think about when I go back into my apartment is how pretty she looked,
how nice she smelled. Then I hear two booms.

I quickly realize that it's Tao hitting his ceiling, which is my floor, with a broom. Probably still
sour about me kicking him out. I think about how one thing to me is the complete opposite to him.
The thoughts bring me back to a dream I had where I am in Las Vegas, The Sin City. How I
overheard two entities who looked to be that of children talking about a point which could be
perceived as either perception A or perception B, but the truth of the matter was that they were
both one in the same.

Now I'm remembering a dream I had several years ago where I am talking to Satan in what looks to