Deadweight

It’s as if you’re always a step ahead of me, X tells me. I’m always playing catch-up with you. Except you’re not playing, are you? You’re behind me, aren’t you? Were you behind me before I even started catching up? Something’s not right here, you’re stopping me from getting on, he says. You’re holding me back, he says, you’re deadweight.

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