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 31

i will remember her:

the first night we went to the city together, last august: she was underage, but my friend got her into Bourbon Street on a favour. at the door, the bouncer looked her over hard, decided he liked her breasts. let her in, hit on her, but she begged off as my girlfriend. on our way back, we sat on the station floor, separate trains then. ‘i don’t want to be your rebound,’ she said to me, wary of relationships and titles. she was always so much more than that.