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I always imagined us in our first apartment together surrounded by boxes full of our things waiting to be unpacked in our home a candle lit dinner of chinese takeout on the floor
Act I A tap at the door ... ... ... Oh how your gentle knocking stirs my pelvic floor! I pause my binging, And begin unhinging The door and myself... Act II
I crossed the street in search of my campus' Panda Express and a car rightfully yeilded. As I passed, the car drove closer and slowed and a young man, though older than myself, poked his head from the back window.
Once I opened a fortune cookie Inside there was unsurprisingly hidden A little slip of paper It read: “To love and be loved is like feeling the sun from both sides.” I imagined what that must feel like . . . .