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it's so strange afterwards when it's finished when it has been finished for some time-- she sat on her bed in her bedroom and I sat in a chair and I had to tell her how strange it was-- "nothing against you but when I look at you now I can't understand how you ever made a madman out of me, how you got hold of my feelings..." she just sat there and smiled, her body the same, her red hair as long as ever. she had never loved me. it only mattered a little to her that I had gotten away. she was working on other prey. she sat there and told me about him. I listened. when I left I didn't kiss her goodbye. I got into my car and drove away. after driving 4 or 5 blocks I was no longer thinking about her.
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Mar 27, 2017
Mar 27, 2017 at 1:03 PM UTC
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it's so strange afterwards when it's finished when it has been finished for some time-- she sat on her bed in her bedroom and I sat in a chair and I had to tell her how strange it was-- "nothing against you but when I look at you now I can't understand how you ever made a madman out of me, how you got hold of my feelings..." she just sat there and smiled, her body the same, her red hair as long as ever. she had never loved me. it only mattered a little to her that I had gotten away. she was working on other prey. she sat there and told me about him. I listened. when I left I didn't kiss her goodbye. I got into my car and drove away. after driving 4 or 5 blocks I was no longer thinking about her.
By Charles Bukowski
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Mar 27, 2017
Mar 27, 2017 at 1:03 PM UTC
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