The last two weeks of my degree. A girlfriend, of sorts. Semiregular sex. Sleeping together. Breakfasts. Still the pint of spit out toothpaste and urine staring from the shelf. Somethings never change. We had an awkward conversation about whether we will break up after university. I am moving two hours away.
Green papaya salad.
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