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The Ghost of How Happy We Think We’d Be

We wake up, red, pale, soft, in the room where I spent my teenage years. Amanda in a transparent purple shirt. Red quilt and NOFX poster. Air conditioning blasting. I am leaving to move across the country for grad school and she and I are breaking up. She says, “I don’t feel done with you.”