This might be the last time, I said at the gate.

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Jim merges onto I-81 and does not tell her how gray things seem these days (the absence of her lips, the rise and fall of her breath, the thrilling sound of her laughter blotting out the summer entirely). He does not tell her how he was so wrong, how two hours is a big deal. It's the distance from a shiny diamond to uncertainty (and he doesn't know ( Read more... )