He left with the sodas. The door dinged, and I looked around the store, as if you might materialize, as if your love for your boyfriend was so strong it could bring you back from the dead, and I half expected it to. But you didn’t appear. And Billy walked to his car with some other girl. I was left standing alone in the mini-mart, and the guy behind the register was like, “Um, can I help you?” “No,” I said. “You can’t. You really can’t.” I threw up all over the floor. The guy behind the register wasn’t even mad. He just sighed. Like this was always his fate. Like his life was a bad movie and
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