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twenty-one january
twelve : thirty-seven a.m.
i taste like him.
"what is it now, january twenty first? my break doesn't start until march seventeenth."
"it'll be okay. it isn't that long.." he hesitated.
"yeah." i couldn't stop crying. silent. noticeable.
i talked to myself the whole way home. repeated the same things over and over. i wanted to turn around and apologize. i wanted to just stand there and press my face into his shoulder and inhale.
i kept driving and talking. the heater started to work just as i pulled into the driveway.
music : "knives out" by radiohead
literature : nothing
fixation : leaving again