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It Was Then I Heard
I Lowered My Glass To
I Found Myself Staring
I Was Just Trying To
I Said
| I blow smoke upwards and tell him thanks. He smiles and says how good it is talking to me, how I always understand, how he's always relied on my sympathy, how it reminds him how dumb he was to let me go, how even now he often thinks how good things were between us especially physically.
But he demands my involvement. I reach for my cigarettes and Gavin surprises me by picking up the lighter and holding the flame. He doesn't like me smoking and usually makes a face when I light up. His hair is as dark and floppy as ever, the crinkles round his eyes are there, and his big smiling mouth is as smiling as ever, though it rarely shuts as he gas-bags on.
I'm barely paying attention, just sipping and enjoying the liqueur. Gavin is all wounded male ego. He has a bottle of Irish Cream and pours us wine glasses full. It's a while since I've seen him and I have to admit that despite the broken heart, he is looking good. I tell him I'm tired and just want to finish watching a video then go to bed. What video, he asks. I think fast and tell him 'Beaches'. This makes him pause. He can't stand weepy chick flicks. I am about to interrupt when he asks if he can come over.
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