...they're falling faster now. three days ago there were almost a hundred. it made my head ache to count them. but now it's easy. there goes another one. there're only five left now... leaves. on the ivy vine. when the last one falls I must go too.
i want to see the last one fall. I'm tired of waiting. I'm tired of thinking. i want to turn loose my hold on everything, and go sailing down, down, just like one of those poor, tired leaves....
O Henry.
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