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Almost tripped over the suitcases and the boxes as I came through the door. I prolly shoulda been more surprised-ta see 'em, but I really wasn't. I shut the door 'n' as I was lookin' down at what I'd almost tripped over, she came through the doorway. Lookin' at me, her hands in the back pockets of her jeans. 'n' she was quiet.
"I would've told you sooner but. You would have had to answer your phone."
I nodded 'n' looked down. It's been a little over two months since she's moved in. 'n' she's prolly lived here alone, almost the whole time. Most-a my days are in the studio. My phone's always off. I come home 'n' sleep, 'n' that's 'bout the only time when we been together. Other than the once in a while I actually came through for a meal or two out wit' her. Or the time 'n' 'gain she showed up-ta surprise me at the studio, we'd get a few minutes here or there. But it wasn't ever for too long.
She broke the stare from me 'n' then looked down at her things. "I think that's it," she started up 'gain, 'n' she paused after she picked up one-a her boxes, "I think it's been it since before I moved in."
'n' she was right. We'd broken up once 'fore 'n' got back together for a bit 'fore she moved in. But even then, we wasn't as good as we was 'fore. I was always there, she was always here. Like I said at the start, I was suprised-ta not come home-ta bags packed 'n' boxes set up 'fore. She coulda left so long 'fore now, y'know. But she stayed through un-answered phone calls 'n' days wit'-out much bein' said. Through dates set that didn't ever happen. She stuck 'round. 'n' that was it.
I took the box from her, I looked down at the other shit 'round my feet, "Let me get this." 'n' I did. I knew it was a lot-a work for her-ta move in, so I helped her move out. It was the least I could do for two months-a solitary she had-ta go through wit' me. As I lifted the last box in-ta the back-a her car, the other shit sent ahead, she got in 'n' I watched her drive off.
Y'know, I think some girls will stay wit' you for good. 'Til you tell 'em it's time-ta go. But I think when it comes down-ta it, it's the ones that really know you, that know when it's time-ta leave. 'n' then they're gone 'n' there ain't shit you can do 'bout it.
"I would've told you sooner but. You would have had to answer your phone."
I nodded 'n' looked down. It's been a little over two months since she's moved in. 'n' she's prolly lived here alone, almost the whole time. Most-a my days are in the studio. My phone's always off. I come home 'n' sleep, 'n' that's 'bout the only time when we been together. Other than the once in a while I actually came through for a meal or two out wit' her. Or the time 'n' 'gain she showed up-ta surprise me at the studio, we'd get a few minutes here or there. But it wasn't ever for too long.
She broke the stare from me 'n' then looked down at her things. "I think that's it," she started up 'gain, 'n' she paused after she picked up one-a her boxes, "I think it's been it since before I moved in."
'n' she was right. We'd broken up once 'fore 'n' got back together for a bit 'fore she moved in. But even then, we wasn't as good as we was 'fore. I was always there, she was always here. Like I said at the start, I was suprised-ta not come home-ta bags packed 'n' boxes set up 'fore. She coulda left so long 'fore now, y'know. But she stayed through un-answered phone calls 'n' days wit'-out much bein' said. Through dates set that didn't ever happen. She stuck 'round. 'n' that was it.
I took the box from her, I looked down at the other shit 'round my feet, "Let me get this." 'n' I did. I knew it was a lot-a work for her-ta move in, so I helped her move out. It was the least I could do for two months-a solitary she had-ta go through wit' me. As I lifted the last box in-ta the back-a her car, the other shit sent ahead, she got in 'n' I watched her drive off.
Y'know, I think some girls will stay wit' you for good. 'Til you tell 'em it's time-ta go. But I think when it comes down-ta it, it's the ones that really know you, that know when it's time-ta leave. 'n' then they're gone 'n' there ain't shit you can do 'bout it.