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| jane | all i remember about him now is the spoons. the way the lay so helplessly in the sink like silver corpses of forgotten happiness. he'd eat one spoonful & then carelessly toss the utensil into the basin with the others. this meant that after he left all i had was those goddamn spoons, laying there & staring at me with concave eyes, pleading to be washed & stuck in the rack. | 050920 |