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By Arjun Basu | Published: June 30, 2013

We were lost in the woods and just as panic set in we stumbled upon a camp of nudists and then another, more visceral, kind of panic set in.

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By Arjun Basu | Published: June 30, 2013

So then, whatever, LOL. She’s off the phone now and catches me looking at her. Are we despairing for the dire state of youth again? she asks.

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By Arjun Basu | Published: June 30, 2013

She points to the stains on the wall. I will never again clean this wall, she says. I stare at the wall. I don’t care for this wall, I say.

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By Arjun Basu | Published: June 30, 2013

I got home from the studio. My mother called. I thought you said the camera only added ten pounds, she said. Then I drank a bottle of vodka.

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By Arjun Basu | Published: June 30, 2013

She says, You don’t remember any of it? And try as I might I can’t say that I do. No, I say. She kisses me then. We’re good to go, she says.

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By Arjun Basu | Published: June 30, 2013

I held her close, and though she wanted to struggle she melted into my embrace. This is not poverty, I whispered. We both knew I was a liar.

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By Arjun Basu | Published: June 30, 2013

I moved her hair from her face. That’s my shield, she laughed, her voice barely audible. I squeezed a zit on her forehead. Only out of love.

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By Arjun Basu | Published: June 30, 2013

On foggy street corners in quaint European capitals, spies huddle in their trenchcoats, bemoaning their sex lives, eating poorly. So poorly.

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By Arjun Basu | Published: June 30, 2013

This is your reality and not mine. Who decides what really happened? Our awareness is limited by experience. Yes, I ate the last french fry.

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By Arjun Basu | Published: June 30, 2013

I came home late. I snuck into bed. She sniffed me and said, You smell like someone else. Are you a hound dog? I asked. At least I was drunk.

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