You're in the hallway weighing your options, silent. Hand in a trash bag, the other on your frayed hem. I'm in the hallway opposite yours in silence. Hand in a trash bag, scared to death of what you'll say. Meet in the foyer and note that our friends have gone home. I offer to leave, then you make coffee. Dumb luck, I thought. Toronto mug your father bought. You're on hands and knees looking for your favorite DVD. I lie and say I saw Annie Hall when I was 12 but I only remember the first part now.
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