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By Jane Rain Date: 2011 Dec 15 Comment on this Work [[2011.12.15.21.27.21639]] |
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we had just gotten back together the awkwardly polite phase still fresh. we were living in a house my parents owned that i would own someday. one frigid nite he informed me this isn't working. i needed to leave. this did not evoke any emotion from either of us. he watched as i packed my things. was this to hurry me along? to ensure i didn't linger? in any case, i didn't have many belongings so what time we had left was brief. we stood there in silence. waiting for someone to speak. he carefully took off his sweatshirt and handed it to me with no instruction. i took it (with much chagrin) and said fuck you very much. he asked did you just say "fuck you"? i replied with no. that's the last thing i'd ever say to you. he walked me outside but not quite to my car. he stayed on the walkway close to the porch there's safety in distance i suppose. i backed my car out of the driveway rolled down my window and with him watching me i stretched my arm out the window my middle finger proudly extended and i yelled fuck you, dan! i then proceeded to drive off feeling proud of my actions. i did not look back. .... i wake up and think if only i were that brave. |