I have been trying not to think about
him, but now and then I do. At those moments, I get a terrible feeling of
unease in my bladder: the same sensation I get leaning a bit too far over the rails
of a tall suspension bridge and staring at the Elysian green below; wondering
if it would shatter the calm of the water if I dropped in unannounced or if the
wet would welcome me with open arms like an old and loving friend.
Since it is impossible for me to say for
certain without testing the hypothesis, I do not dwell on bridges for very
long. I move along.
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