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10:28 (for Tiffany F.)

I was young. I lost everyone I ever knew in a night of headlights and dizziness. I wandered into the weak, urine-colored lights of a pedestrian tunnel. I squinted at the graffiti tangled across arched brick walls. I took a stick of chalk out of my back pocket and wrote your name in big letters across the bricks. I thought writing your name might be enough to summon you. I waited for a long time, watching the moths dogfight around the lightbulbs. I waited until my head got sleepy and my fingertips got cold.

I was young.

I left the tunnel, determined to model every future imaginary friend after my memory of you.

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