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1. YOUR SMALL TITS

2. YOUR FLAT ARSE

3. YOUR BIG THIGHS

4. YOUR PRETTY FACE

5. YOUR INFINITE SMILE

6. HOW YOU SHAVE YOUR ARMS

7. YOUR MONEY

8. HOW YOU ALWAYS GAVE WHAT YOU HAD

(WE THOUGHT YOU WERE A DAMN SAINT)

9. THE FOURTH TIME I MET YOU

10. YOU MADE ME BELIEVE I COULD DO BETTER

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HERE IS ONE THING I DON’T MISS ABOUT YOU.

1. YOU’RE A CUNT

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It was August twenty-something four years ago, and it was hot but it was raining a little bit, and you were upset but I didn’t care. I didn’t know where you’d been and you wouldn’t tell me, and I yelled a bunch of things but you wouldn’t listen to one word. You stood up and ran and I ran after you, and you hugged me and we were out in public and people were looking and you wouldn’t stop crying. When you calmed down we found a place to sit, and we talked about things from the past: the Swarovski thing I bought you once, the four-hour drive, the time, on my birthday, when you bought me a wallet and wrote me a card and I cried. I drove you home, and that was the last time we spoke. It’s been years, and you’ve moved on and I’ve moved on several times over, but it’s as if I’ve left a large piece of me behind with you and it’s impossible for me to get it back. I wonder if you ever notice it lingering around, waiting for you to change your mind. I’m doing everything I’m supposed to do. I’m a functioning robot. But you’re there, in the background of everything in my life, dictating what I’ll think about when I sleep and wake up.