I used to think, when I'd drive by the houses on Greenwood Avenue, what happens in these places? Do people think, dream, scheme, fuck, masturbate, or what? Greenwood- a hundred yards of mansions, and then desolation. So he looks at who he used to be as he drives. Someone from his graduating class looks out the window, sees him, and chuckles. I can't believe he's still obsessed with me, she thinks, and that he knows I'm still here.
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