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Things I Need to Get Rid Of
(Set in the time just before Hsu returns from his travels with the Rani. In fact, let’s set it the day before.)
1. Baby doll nightgowns - Jesus, I’m twenty-three, not five.
2. The 1880’s Theme Boudoir Photos - Okay, so I got this stupid idea last year that I would have some naughty bedroom pics taken of me in that era of corsets and with iron beds and…yeah, stupid. They were a gift for Hsu, but since he’s not here, still, I think I’ll just toss them.
3. Most of my cheap costume jewelry - It was fine when I was in school as an undergrad, but at the office and in law school, it just doesn’t work, anymore.
4. My Cabriolet Convertible - I’ve been driving my new Mercedes sports car since Christmas, but I just can’t seem to let go of my first car.
5. All but one or two of the pictures of David around the flat - I’ve got too many of them around. It’s been long enough to grieve, I need to move on and stop dwelling on it. One or two, and none in the bedroom.
6. The tape of Jason and I - That tape is way too hot, and if it fell into the wrong hands, Andy would kill me.
7. Jason - *sigh* I know it’s bad for me to be involved with him. It’s bad for him, too, as he should be back home with Elizabeth. But I’m not going to let go of him till Andy shuts the hell up about it.
8. Hsu’s robe - I’ve had it since he disappeared from Dubai, took it out of his things that Lars brought back, before it could go to the cleaners. It smelled like him, which was comforting, but it doesn’t anymore. I keep thinking he’s coming back, but it gets more and more unlikely.
9. My hair - I’m going to cut it. Short. And dye it black. You watch, the minute I do it, he’ll show up.
10. My room at the Ranch - Being there just makes me miss him, more. I keep waiting for him, and every time the door opens, I still think it’s him. I have my own place, maybe I should just…I don’t know…move all my stuff here.
(Set in the time just before Hsu returns from his travels with the Rani. In fact, let’s set it the day before.)
1. Baby doll nightgowns - Jesus, I’m twenty-three, not five.
2. The 1880’s Theme Boudoir Photos - Okay, so I got this stupid idea last year that I would have some naughty bedroom pics taken of me in that era of corsets and with iron beds and…yeah, stupid. They were a gift for Hsu, but since he’s not here, still, I think I’ll just toss them.
3. Most of my cheap costume jewelry - It was fine when I was in school as an undergrad, but at the office and in law school, it just doesn’t work, anymore.
4. My Cabriolet Convertible - I’ve been driving my new Mercedes sports car since Christmas, but I just can’t seem to let go of my first car.
5. All but one or two of the pictures of David around the flat - I’ve got too many of them around. It’s been long enough to grieve, I need to move on and stop dwelling on it. One or two, and none in the bedroom.
6. The tape of Jason and I - That tape is way too hot, and if it fell into the wrong hands, Andy would kill me.
7. Jason - *sigh* I know it’s bad for me to be involved with him. It’s bad for him, too, as he should be back home with Elizabeth. But I’m not going to let go of him till Andy shuts the hell up about it.
8. Hsu’s robe - I’ve had it since he disappeared from Dubai, took it out of his things that Lars brought back, before it could go to the cleaners. It smelled like him, which was comforting, but it doesn’t anymore. I keep thinking he’s coming back, but it gets more and more unlikely.
9. My hair - I’m going to cut it. Short. And dye it black. You watch, the minute I do it, he’ll show up.
10. My room at the Ranch - Being there just makes me miss him, more. I keep waiting for him, and every time the door opens, I still think it’s him. I have my own place, maybe I should just…I don’t know…move all my stuff here.