ATYPICAL MORIARITY
Standing on the beach like that, I knew
it wasn't him. Holding hands with nothing,
he'd usually have a revolver, and a second skin.
This was a waltz, with a Matilda I'd never known.
How's that? You don't understand but you swear
you do? Too shiftless and atypical, Moriarity,
this just isn't you.
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