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By Arjun Basu | Published: November 10, 2013

And then the last of the guests left and I looked around the house and held my head in wonder, and I said, I hate people more than ever now.

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By Arjun Basu | Published: November 10, 2013

I asked for a beer. No. I demanded a beer. The greatest demand in the history of demanding. Then my demand became a plea. I’m still waiting.

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By Arjun Basu | Published: November 10, 2013

The dogs won’t stop barking. I throw them treats and still they won’t stop. She’s not coming back! I tell them. And then I start barking too.

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By Arjun Basu | Published: November 10, 2013

He opens his eyes. The morning light colors the room. It’s too early, he thinks. Then he says so. You’re supposed to like this, she mumbles.

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By Arjun Basu | Published: November 10, 2013

We watch the sun kiss the horizon. I take another donut. She hums Blue Moon ironically. I can feel her judging me. She’s judging me so hard.

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By Arjun Basu | Published: November 10, 2013

The Magnanimous Man says, I remember being a reckless teenager, and the young woman says, I’m 37, and the Magnanimous Man pinches her cheek.

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By Arjun Basu | Published: November 10, 2013

The men are here, yelling the rough poetry of yelling men, of bravado masquerading as honesty, consuming their way to a pained civilization.

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By Arjun Basu | Published: November 10, 2013

I went to the deli. I asked for my sandwich without cheese. The counter guy started yelling at me before calming down. Then he called me odd.

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By Arjun Basu | Published: November 10, 2013

We looked through the photos, faded memories of her childhood. You can’t tell you’d end up so hairy, I say out loud entirely unintentionally.

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By Arjun Basu | Published: November 10, 2013

I followed her blindly. I felt the onset of love. Then screaming. You’re in the ladies’ room! someone yelled. I thought it would be cleaner.

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