Old Friend Mathieu Cailler
My heart and I got into a fight, and it left my body one morning. It
moved to the Inland Empire, east of Los Angeles, and opened its own liquor
store called Aorta's. Outside, a banner hung and waved in the wind,
advertising the best sandwiches in town, the coldest beer, and winningest
Lotto tickets. I drove by often and spied on my heart though an open
window on the west side of the store. My heart usually sat behind the
counter, reading A Raisin in the Sun. Around noon, most days,
Christy Collins, my childhood crush, would come out from the back of the
store and kiss my heart. They would tell each other soft stories that
didn't reach the window, and they would laugh a lot. They would share
grape sodas with two straws and play with their cat.
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