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We’ll have to go back there one day, the both of us. You can show my all your favorite places.

Silly man, I laughed and pulled his face down to mine. You are my favorite place.

I remembered only the good and loveable things about him, not the wretchedness he caused me, and the dope, and the resentments and silence and the half-crazy outbursts. I remembered his smell and the colour of his eyes and his head thrown back to laugh; these things were a second away, in time, but the others I dredged up dutifully, knowing that I must, for the sake of truth and sanity, try to keep a balance.