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Years later Brian and I will talk about this whole thing over some
bourbon, debating whether I was justified in taking his copy of The
Collected Fictions with me, and their overall merit. Brian will not
ask about my family, and I will appreciate it.
As it happens, I’ll be right: they’ll break up in Boston, or New York,
or someplace. I’ll be in San Diego, 32nd Street Naval Base, outside
of Pacific Beacon, in the plaza with twenty stories looking down
from three directions, like tiered seating for a stage. After a not
so great year, Ashley will have gotten my number, and we’ll have
been talking for a few days. She’ll keep asking why I still talked to
her. Something about how she’d done something terrible to me and
Bobby. I’ll say, “Because I still love you.”
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