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The excuse you never asked for

I'll catch public transport every day but never learn the difference between zones 1 and 2.

 

I won't remember your age, or your birthday, or what your political stance is

 

But I'll remember about the time when you were six and you knocked your head on a chair, chipping off half of your brand new buck tooth.

 

And even the way you shook your head self-deprecatingly after you told me that story and pointed to the filling you have now because of it.

 

You said that it's invisible but I saw it -- if only because you told me it was there.

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kk-1
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Jul 18, 2014
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found this on a scrap from my old job's office at the bottom of my bag

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