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I wish nothing but the best for you; you in your 'kiss the chef' apron; you in your red high heels; you and your goofy smile. It was that apron that I first saw you and it was in that apron when I last. It was you I fell in love with. You pulled the apron off well.
The dull thud, thud, thud of the rain on the trunk of my car and my heart in my chest as I drove to a no-where land as a nothing kind of person, not a thing in the trunk, give or take those old bones I had decided to bury.