good luck,
she says. no
please, don't
walk me to my
car. i can
make it from
here. she puts her
hand out to avoid
the awkward kiss,
she shakes
your hand firmly,
the your services
are no longer necessary
at our company, but
thanks, kind of shake.
she pats you on the back.
she validates
your parking, okay,
not that, but
she would if she
could, it's that
kind of benign sort
of farewell that
tells you you
won't be seeing
her again. so you
get out your little
notebook, the list
of who's in and who's
out and you and make an
x by her name. so
it goes and we seemed
to be getting along
so well during that
twenty minute date.
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