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The Stranger

Her head feels
strapped by a tension band
and nausea bubbles up yesterday,
her lady friend's birthday party.

Her cell phone rings.
- Hello?
- It's me.

It's him!
The outcome of too much booze
and the fluid they exchanged
in her mate's laughing bed.


He clears his throat.
- How do you feel?
- I'm OK.
- I'm OK, too…I guess.

Some smalltalk.
They hang up.

She can't remember his name.

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Publicerad 2023-03-25 16:23

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