He lures her with a promise she knows he can’t keep. But the promise itself shows an ambition she knows she lacks. Besides, she loves cheese.
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I saw her again and she looked different. I felt alone. Unsure of things. Then she took a bite of her burger. And my warm feelings returned.
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Who does such a thing? she asks as I eat the last piece of cake. I try and swallow. But I’ve taken too much. I start to choke. Who? she asks.
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We stare at the salami, its fat glistening in the day’s last light like shards of crystal. You take it, I tell her, stepping out of my pants.
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You can’t suck this in a manly way, he says as he unwraps a Popsicle. He’s talking to everyone and no one. To himself. And, always, his mom.
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I cooked for her. This signalled my intentions in the most obvious way. She loved the meal. Why can’t you do this in bed? she asked politely.
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He comes home with a double sausage pizza, just as she comes downstairs in her new neglige. Hi, she says. Don’t make me choose, he whimpers.
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We had a fight. She said, Your weakness is getting stronger. I bit into a banana. I liked you better when you were socially awkward, I said.
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This store smells like a diaper bin. They sell old cheeses, she tells me. She’s mesmerized by the odor. We’ll probably never have sex again.
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I couldn’t stop laughing. I had to leave the restaurant. She came running after me. You’re too old to still call hot dogs weiners, she said.
