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There's this guy, his name is Jeremy and he keeps telling this other guy, "I told you, you didn't have to do that."  But it's clear, he did.  Jeremy uses words like :Dude" or tells the other guy to shut up.

"All you had to do was hand her the flowers and walk away."

I don't know what he did.  That's all I can hear.

The next conversation goes like this:

You want me to do something about it Boss?
no reply..

An announcer comes on and rapidly gives the results of the horse race, a crowd muscles and moans.  Everyone loses.

Two boxers are in a ring, shit talking.  I hear the guy take his swing, bash!

Sirens.

Laura?
  No answer.

I fill the silence with old white noise I've heard and wasn't listening to.  I hear concerts, fights, baseball games, felony discussions and questions that have no real answer.  I hear it over an dover and over again and I start to think I am losing my mind.  

I can't think clearly.  

It's late I need sleep.

I have a letter for you in my purse.   I thought I wouldn't mail it and it wouldn't matter but I had a vision of a car accident while I was driving and it would burn in my car, never reaching you and while I beg, I think there is no shame in loving someone and forgiving.

I dread the way you will twist my words.

You'll still be angry.

I will remain here or elsewhere, drifting along.

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