Excerpted from Urban Asides

Daisy Fried


XII

Listen, I just wanted to tell you, I saw X-, the woman you slept with a bit once, yesterday. She wore the same thing as the other time I met her. She doesn't know me or perhaps does. It made me happy to see her, a seriousness in her belly and eyes. She went up the stairs. I went down.

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