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February 3, 2015
Fidgeting. The older man was dressed in a suit and tie. He asked after my mom at least 3 times, as he slowly fiddled with the release form. He even asked me about getting life insurance for myself. How old are you? He asked. Thirty-three, I said in my computer desk chair, facing him on the couch. Aware of the white wintry light beyond the slats of the blinds behind him. I am older, I felt. And the pictures I stumbled upon almost 10 years ago with my ex didn't help. In these same apartments, grinning, being silly, cuddly.