"Did she give your shit back?"
"No, she took her shit back."
"Then she's not really done with you, whether or not that's a good thing."
"How do you know?"
"Think about it-- if she really wanted you out of her life for good she wouldn't want a bunch of things that remind her of you around."
"But but all girls have those boxes they keep under their beds..."
"Fuck those boxes."
"...and the ticket stubs, receipts, and dried flowers they contain."
"Did you keep it together at least?"
"Didn't shed a tear until I changed the subject by telling her about the '87 Monte Carlo I had in high school."
"That awful beige thing that reeked of cigarettes and french fries? Your abandonment issues include former vehicles?"
"I'd give all of them up to have that car again."
"It wasn't even the eight-cylinder version."
"But it was really mine."
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