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she squinted her eyes. in the late afternoon street she stood with her decision as the sun ripped past her eyelids and into the depths of her corneas.
"you don't love me," she said to the tall man with large hands and thick eyebrows, "or, maybe i don't love you."
"don't speak on my behalf," he said softer than expected.
"go away then, i am tired of you. you bore me and i cannot stand to be bored."
he dipped his head low so it would not hit the streetlight. as he extended his long feet, one in front of the other, he walked due west. as he glided away from the lake and the frozen branches that laid beside it, he almost eclipsed the brightly setting sun. his head remained lower than his shoulders as he walked. several city blocks later he decided to go into a small convenience store. he purchased a glass bottle filled with forty ounces of malt liquor. he paid for it with the change in his back pocket. as he ducked to clear the doorframe he exited onto his block and twisted the cap off of the bottle. it dropped beside his foot as he began to suck from the bottle. by the time he passed seven houses the bottle was empty and he was home, at the eighth house on the block. for a bit he stood still and looked at the shoddy grey house and contemplated entering.
"you don't love me," she said to the tall man with large hands and thick eyebrows, "or, maybe i don't love you."
"don't speak on my behalf," he said softer than expected.
"go away then, i am tired of you. you bore me and i cannot stand to be bored."
he dipped his head low so it would not hit the streetlight. as he extended his long feet, one in front of the other, he walked due west. as he glided away from the lake and the frozen branches that laid beside it, he almost eclipsed the brightly setting sun. his head remained lower than his shoulders as he walked. several city blocks later he decided to go into a small convenience store. he purchased a glass bottle filled with forty ounces of malt liquor. he paid for it with the change in his back pocket. as he ducked to clear the doorframe he exited onto his block and twisted the cap off of the bottle. it dropped beside his foot as he began to suck from the bottle. by the time he passed seven houses the bottle was empty and he was home, at the eighth house on the block. for a bit he stood still and looked at the shoddy grey house and contemplated entering.