While we were all sitting at a restaurant on a counter, Elijah's father was there, and then my parents and me.
The young man sit oppose of me. When Elijah took off his sunglasses, I was paralyzed by them. They're blue.
I wanted to drink with him, and then find some bar where we could dance.
"Let's go dancing!" Elijah offers. I decline. I have to take my meds at a certain time in the night every day.
I'm not twenty-three anymore. I can't just pour my pills down the toilet and hope for the rest. I remember those days when the whole world is prime for the picking. And now?
I haven't had sex in years, it will be three years in September.
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