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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September 10

i will remember her:

through buzzed haze as we walked manhattan back from a march saturday showing of Avenue Q. arm in mine, she joked, remarking i still hadn’t given her back her black pants i’d borrowed in january. i said i didn’t intend to. the solution was a broadway Billabong dressing room and late night laughter. i knew some things, like those pants, had no replacements. buying her a new pair was worth the cost.