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Under neon

May 14, 2019

We most often sat together under neon, in places that preferred cash. Once, I asked the kind of untoward question that, if asked of me, would have sent me lumbering into the dark recesses of my mind, and you still answered, telling me women came around, but then left you for money.

If I’d had the chance, I would have roared at these women that they had overlooked someone beautiful and warm and gentle. But it was your life to live, and we all make choices, and, anyway, those bars have changed, so much, since you left.

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