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I’m laying on my bed staring at a wall of naked women. Pin-up girls, they wink at me over their shoulders, their garters peeking out in the breeze. They say,

You will never be like us

I’m left counting backwards in the endless pursuit of zero, of negative numbers. What will be left of me when I’m no longer in love?

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