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the day she came back, i remember seeing the valentine i had given her before she pulled her disappearing act, lying on the floor of the back of her car, a dusty bootbrint across the face of it. The car was messy, but the starkness of the grey-black treadmarks against the simple, almost impressionist pastel face of the card stuck out over and above the disarray of the car's interior and even above the plexiglass that stood precariously rigged in place of the passenger-side windows where the ar had been wrecked while she was away it was bigger than her shoes, it was almost as big as mine when i finally persauded her to tell me about where she had been, it made sense i was grateful that i had my sunglasses on |
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