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August 16, 2010
I passed by your house in a car you wouldn't have recognized because it's been years and you'd only remember the brown MGB convertible I used to park in front. You wouldn't see me anyway because I was driving fast, and even though in my mind I slowed down and tried to glimpse inside to see if you were there making granola like we used to, I sped by as if you and your house were just any other old person and place I used to know. Never mind that you're dead and don't live there or anywhere else anymore.