What do I remember most?
The library and the pub.
You talking about her.
A knife for every word.

Explaining yourself.
Exposing nothing.
Allowing me to fall and crumble at your feet.
Leaving.
Coming back.
Leaving again.
Driving you to another city.
Sushi.
Smoking.
Coffee.
Whisky.
Blackjack.
Your stupid humor.
That big puffy coat you looked ridiculous in.
Navy plastic slippers.
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