I analyze what I can remember: words, gestures, laughter, arguments. I shudder at the memory of how many times I’ve found myself saying or doing something like her. I think idly, eyes staring out the window, blouse in hand. her perfume, mixed with tobacco impregnated in the fabric, brought me back to childhood years when I used to sniff her clothes. since I’m an adult too, it’s as if we’re rivals …
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