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88 Jay Neal

happened. I look at the business card in my hand.
Bruin Atkins.
What a perfect name. What a fucking perfect name!
I knew he’d think of something. I knew he wouldn’t
abandon me, leave me. Maybe this time I’ll be lucky. I
knew he’d be a great guy, warm and friendly like that,
with a name like Bruin Atkins. Lunch or something.
Right. Or something. Damn, it’s been such a long, long
time. Way too long.
Bruin Atkins.
I repeat the name over and over.
Bruin Atkins. Bruin Atkins.
Married in Vermont.
Mr. and Mr. Bruin Atkins.

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