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Counting

Eighteen steps around the corner. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Damn! Only twelve. Seven steps to the bench. One. Two. Three. Four. Fi-

“Hi, Chuckie!”

Damn.

“Hi, Dana.” Two.

“Whatcha doin?” Two.

“Not…much…” Two!

“Oh! Cool! Cause, well, I was wondering if you wanted to come-” Twelve. Damn. One- Two. Two times six-

“Chuckie! Did you hear me?”

Seventy-eight windows, thirteen balconies, two doormen- Seventy-eight plus thirteen equals ninety-one, nine plus one equals ten, ten minus two equals eight- seventy-eight-

“Fine. I’ll just leave then. Obviously I’m not wanted.” Nine- wait, what?

“Dana! Dana, wait…” Three

“No!”

One…

It always adds up to one.

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