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Before the new girlfriend

In 100 on December 19, 2018 at 12:21 am

I asked him what he was searching for. In the shimmering heat, his face was wet as with the slime of a fish.

“You can’t breathe in this goddamn city,” he said.

“The humidity?”

“I want out,” he said, and then his face began to pucker. He first turned pink, a deep watermelon, and then his eyes started to water.

“It’s because of the summers she left me,” he said. “She hates them. Couldn’t stand them.”

“Why didn’t you move?”

“You come from the cold north, and you know. You think you’ll love it forever.”

He paused. He cried, “Fuck!”

  1. The regret is palpable

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