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 26

i will remember her:

texting me as i had my hands full, cooking with my best friend at her boyfriend’s dinner party. she was running late and her road rage was full throttle; the traffic was slow enough for her to send news updates. ‘it’s a freakin retard parade on the LIE,’ she wrote, all tact. she went on and had us in stitches as i switched between the chicken, the phone, and the frying pan. chicken two ways: picatta for the party, breaded for her. she was as picky an eater as a driver.