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I deliberately get us lost, say the blue line when unrhymed orange is the right one, point us to a bad exit 10 blocks from the Mexican restaurant. Under-dressed senoritas walking the sidewalk secretly laugh at our mistake, smiling as if they know itís only a matter of hormonal time before I lick the rims of their glasses.

Stopping, you fold your arms, glare at me through a gray cloud of bus exhaust, and signal with your stamping feet that Iím a lit butt beneath them, just about to be crushed. Whatever you do, even if youíre Smoky the Bear preventing forest fires, smothering my flame, Iíll continue to give a hoot about you, and pollute every route to our destinations.

Because: your skin flushes when youíre angry, your teeth adorable when they gnash together. I love your hate more than I like your love. Only one I find easily, only one I can see in the dark, wondering where I am.

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