...there were some street lights that seeped into the translucent powder blue drapes landing on my journal...
... i was almost done with another composition notebook having stayed sitting on the milk crate i found during one of my scavenges when i first landed the apartment and randa was thrilled that we wouldn't have to be surreptitious in city shadows...
... we had a place to retreat and our withdrawal into each other left me with extreme withdrawal symptoms when she left me and i did the only thing that made sense... i wrote...
...i went through journals in between breaks to the liquor shop to pick up rum and jack daniels or shiraz... barely saying a word to my roommate when i got back...
...returning to my room and my heart stopping at the flashing light on my phone... maybe she called... and left a message...
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