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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October 4

i will remember her:

playing pong with tangerine nails, Family Guy on like static noise. we played a lot, just the two of us, or whoever else happened to be there, sometimes Mike, sometimes more. it felt like a college throwback, Asher Roth through the computer speakers, ‘that party last night was awfully crazy, i wish we’d taped it.’ she almost always owned the table, except for when we teamed up, or i beat her. i didn’t often beat her but i did come close. i call it a graduate’s lack of practice.