epilogue:

 

and she'd said, 'don't you forget about me.' i keep my promises.

this is the after-story
of (ellipsis).

out of the confusion, consequence. she chose another path. so now, now i need a place to put all the memories she asked me to make.

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August 20

i will remember her:

trying to finish some art homework on my dining room table as the votes rolled in on Election Day. worried for the results, there were folks at my house drinking, shot for shot in mourning or in celebration, too soon to tell. she sat beside me on the floor and did tequila, kamikazes, swedish fish, any number of flavors got us through it. when they called it, we shook and screamed, happy and drunk in the kitchen.