We're in that short span of days between Christmas and New Year's Eve when I received your message, shortly after having given up hope, six years ago. I went without expectation. A little later I was holding your purse, gloves, hat and winter coat outside the rest room. Later still, I involuntarily kissed the top of your head. You were a little drunk by then, and I already understood that I was hopeless.
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