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New Years Eve

My feet flowed with my legs, in a rhythmic, sober motion. Her voice in my ear sounded dry, cold, forgetful. Through one ear, out the other.

Like a bullet.

I don’t know why I stayed on the phone so long. She was thousands of miles away and probably wouldn’t even care much if I hung up. I didn’t have much to say, anyway. But, that is not the person I am, so I listened. I listened to her surprisingly relaxed voice as she told me about what she did. I didn’t sense remorse, but then again, I never really sensed much of anything.

Soon, she hung up on me. Guess I didn’t say “nothing” enough.

I stopped walking for a minute, and examined the towering buildings around me, before I checked my watch. 10:31 PM, December 31 2011.

In the distance, the bar lights were shining bright, inviting all to come in and celebrate. I’ve always found comfort in strangers.

I wonder where you’ll be bringing in the new year.

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