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nirix5"Spare me the details."
"Hey, you were the one who asked." She took another sip of the root beer float in front of her, tugging gently on the end of the straw with her teeth.
She was right, of course; I had asked for every aspect she could possibly recall of the occasion in question. It irked me that she was being her usual blunt self, (about as subtle as a freight train) when she obviously knew how I felt about it. She must know, I told myself, She has to.
Out the window the sun was beginning to set over the trees which for me had no name, yellows and pinks streaking through the sky over the mountains. Funny black birds with fan-shaped tails hopped around the parking lot, scrambling after crumbs dropped from carry-out boxes. I was suddenly content, and if not in charge of the way things were at the moment, at least out of the range of the crossfire. Yet the bitterness had not left my mind, only retreated to a further corner, patiently waiting to reemerge. I knew it would. Bitterness is that type of emotion- personified, it has infinite patience.
I know how they feel, I thought to myself in a sudden moment of clarity. They're not the only ones chasing crumbs.
"Hey, you were the one who asked." She took another sip of the root beer float in front of her, tugging gently on the end of the straw with her teeth.
She was right, of course; I had asked for every aspect she could possibly recall of the occasion in question. It irked me that she was being her usual blunt self, (about as subtle as a freight train) when she obviously knew how I felt about it. She must know, I told myself, She has to.
Out the window the sun was beginning to set over the trees which for me had no name, yellows and pinks streaking through the sky over the mountains. Funny black birds with fan-shaped tails hopped around the parking lot, scrambling after crumbs dropped from carry-out boxes. I was suddenly content, and if not in charge of the way things were at the moment, at least out of the range of the crossfire. Yet the bitterness had not left my mind, only retreated to a further corner, patiently waiting to reemerge. I knew it would. Bitterness is that type of emotion- personified, it has infinite patience.
I know how they feel, I thought to myself in a sudden moment of clarity. They're not the only ones chasing crumbs.
