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A Little Bit RuinedIt’s long past midnight by the time I make it back to my apartment.  The nearby streetlight burned out long ago, and I attempt to open the door with my car key several times before realizing my mistake.   I’m not sure how I make that mistake, actually—I have three keys on my key ring, one for the’92 sun faded blue Corrolla, one for the Post Office box that I never check, and one for my apartment.  I’ve always envied people who have heavy key rings, the way the metal clicks together in their pockets and jangles when they pulled them out.  Having that many keys, I figure, means that you had important things to do, important places to go, places where you would always be safe.
I finally fidget my way in and leave a trail behind myself—shoes, bag, coat, keys—then collapse onto the couch.  It fails to yield to my attempt to sink into it, my body bouncing against the hard cushions.  After a few moments with my hand
this is about forgettingThis is the thing about forgetting:
                For weeks you bury your face in the clothes you wore when he was near and the smell is a comfort and a torture.  You decide that the torture is not worth the comfort so you leave them draped across the back of a chair and place things on top of them to stop yourself until one day you shove your hands through the pile until your fingers wrap around the fabric and you yank it free only to realize it was pointless.  Even his ghost is gone.
                The next thing that leaves is the way his voice looked in the dark.  Those few sentences become blurred and rough around the edges.  What you remember drops in your stomach in a different way. 
                You run your fingers over your

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Mood: Love *ARPeters Apr 15, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks for the llama!!! XD XD
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Thank you so much for the llama!! :hug:
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Just stopped by to say thank you and to return the llama love! :heart:
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=Sammur-amat Mar 17, 2013   General Artist
Hello there, lovely person! :wave:

You've just been featured in my journal: [link] :heart:

It would mean the world to me if you could favorite the article and maybe even find some pieces worth faving as well? :eager:

Thank you so very much for your time! :la:
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