The funniest thing:
I become lonely, lonelier than usual, and I think about him all the time. A few days pass. I busy myself with other things. He fades from memory: the crinkled eyes, the broad forearms, the bitter coffee-scented breath, the masculine scrawl. Everything settles down and my heart slows.
Then he says hello.
He was thinking about me, too.
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