Tuesday, May 1, 2012

The Bank

It was so impossible. I had just made almost fifty bucks selling back books, I was walking with B. and talking about passports, we walked into the bank and there she was. IN THE BANK. IN THIS TOWN. Why? Why are you here? Why did you notice me? Why did you say anything to me? Why are you still intruding after YOU LEFT ME?
Why was my mother at the bank?

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