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My ex-boyfriend

now works at

the gas station

I usually go to.

I resolve to never

go there again.

But then I

think over and

over again

in my mind

about things

I wish I

could say to him

at that gas

station.

 

Fill it with

the regular please.

The regular

bullshit you gave

me.

The regular attitude.

The scruffy facial

hair,

and glares,

smirks

and nasty

remarks.

Fill it up.

Use this card.

Use it up.

Like you did

to me.

 

I don’t need

a receipt,

because I

remember.

I don’t hate you.

I just really

truly miss

your

cat.

How is he

doing by the

way?

He was mine

too,

you know.

I think about

him

a lot.

 

Have a nice

day, though.

I don’t wish

bad things

for you.

I actually

do want to

know how

you are doing.

I want you

to look me

in the eye

and give me

my card back.

But it is

the only thing

I want back

from you.

Because I want

you to keep

what I meant

from the past

even if

I wish I still

had it.

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