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 24

i will remember her:

leaning up against the railing at our corner of section 204, not far behind home plate. i was there with my best friend, we always made our own game of the game: boozeball. we’d drink a certain number of seconds for a run, a foul, so forth. she’d laugh at us, joking it’d be the only way you could get her at work after hours. she rested her heavy beer carrier on the stairs, she rested her tired hands in mine. for a small moment, even the game gave pause.