our first date, our last date,
when she
screamed
and pointed
out the window of the car,
and said,
oh my God,
look,
it's the severed
head of a rabbit.
she began to cry
hysterically.
i slowed
the car down
stopped and got out.
i took a look.
it was a cinnamon
donut
bitten in half.
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