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unfinished
“The apartment’s too big. Not that I can’t see the appeal of course. Swinging through life in gleaming surfaces scrubbed clean and still rolling in antiseptic. Prints of nebula, stars and pulsars, all somehow looking light years apart and still commanding every sightline in the apartment. I can see the appeal, I just don’t feel it. She says she feels it though. I stand silently while she rattles out the words, her face and voice worn smooth with practice. I’d lay good money that her eyes are as smooth as the sales pitch but the sunglasses keep that hidden. Except maybe it isn’t a sales pitch. The questions are getting too personal. Did I come here alone? Am I starting a new life? I must have nodded or something to that last question, because the smile is hitched up higher and she extols the virtues of a new beginning, something with durable meaning.
