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Date Posted: 05:15:29 08/08/02 Thu
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Subject: This really didn't go anywhere.

'I want to be a nicer person,'she said, with a sideways glance and a thought to all the unkind people she'd met. He nodded his head in understanding. 'And I want to live, for real. I want to be real.'
She brought the cigarette up to her lips and breathed in, then out. 'And I want to quit smoking,' she said, angrily tossing the prop to the ground. He stepped on it in approval. She uncrossed her arms to put the lighter away in her purse. A picture fell out.
'I want to forget about him.'
She cried, and he stood stoically, looking down at the picture. 'He was nice,' he commented. She didn't respond. 'And he was alive, very real. He never smoked.'
She just crumpled.
'Sometimes it's for the better, these things.'
Her eyes stayed tight shut.
'I'm sorry.'

Eventually she righted herself and zipped up the bag. 'Maybe,' was all she said, and he wasn't sure exactly what she meant by that. But he didn't ask because it wasn't the time to.
Instead he handed her the picture, and at her refusal put it in the pocket of his coat. He handed her his handkerchief so she could wipe away the rivers of eyeliner forming on her cheeks.
She sobbed with a smile and tossed the cigarettes into the water. The wind caught her scarf and it danced around her. The wind took the handkerchief and floated it away. They laughed and she left the smudges on her cheeks. The black rivers were pleasantly dramatic.

The handkerchief drifted down the street less dramatically. It came to cling to the wool coat of a young woman. She peeled it off her sleeve to examine it. She liked the bright red roses and the delicate tatting on it. It reminded her of her grandmother. She put it in her pocket even though her initials weren't D.G. like his were, and continued to walk, thinking of the old woman she had known in such a vague way that such a non-specific item drew up memories.

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