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[chiming]

getting to open by myself one day while marie caught a morning ferry to clean her house for the winter (fog swallowing mansions over the golf course, washing muddy flip flops in the work sink while the noisy air curtains over the doors were off and the jiminy cricket song floated out of the speakers, the night lights on because it was a dark rainy day and marie had already watered the plants; walking into the gift store and being greeted by her papillon dog summer on the floor, her towel and water dish and bone there too, fur plastered down with rain from her bike basket ride over, pushing her chilly face into my feet and standing quietly there for ages)

then annemarie came in at ten, crying her heart out, and it took a while to coax an audible story from her that wasn't choked by hiccups or sniffles; i thought that maybe one of her family members had passed away, but an incomplete high school class schedule was the source of her grievances

oh, annemarie (you remind me of me)