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So what do you think the point was, anyway?
Dunno. Honestly, I’ve stopped trying to figure that out.
Puff, exhale. An ash-gray cloud encircles her head. Two smiles in the half-light as you both watch it frame her eyes, slatelike and happy.
Hand me your glass.
She fills it, hands it back to you. Both of you look toward the lawn beyond the screen door, the low growl of the highway not far in the distance. You sip from your drink, and she from hers. Silence.
And just as quickly, she’s gone.
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- 03rd day of November 2003.
- Filed under Story, Memory.
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