"So," she started with a small sigh. "What happened between you and Steph?" This was the first time she said her name without rolling her eyes afterward, so I could tell she cared.
"Well, she was the type of woman who preferred P.I.L. to Sex Pistols, Big Audio Dynamite to The Clash. So, she had big problems."
"Oh, wow. I had no clue, Tony. I'm so sorry," she choked, holding back tears. "I really had no idea. You think you know someone..."
"Yeah," I said. "And to think we made out... And I introduced her to all of my friends..."
I let the tears flow from me. Holding them back would be inauthentic. I used my shirt to wipe my cheeks.
"Come here," she cooed, and she held me close to her, her heartbeat like a song by O.M.D.
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