The Dust Storm Page #2
- Year:
- 2016
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didn't want to keep you
if you were meeting someone.
- No, no, I've got
nowhere to be, you?
- I'm pretty free.
Last time we saw each other.
- Your nephew was
getting baptized.
- That's right.
You were leaving
Seattle for Colorado.
- And I missed my flight,
so I ended up spending my last
day with you and your family,
even though we both
knew it was over.
pretending it wasn't.
- Yeah, that wasn't
uncomfortable at all.
- Not at all.
- No.
- I've seen your Facebook.
- We're not friends.
- We'll always be friends.
But you were right, on
Facebook, we are not friends.
- So how did you see?
- Well, your page isn't
completely private.
So I can see assorted
pictures you've posted.
- That's creepy.
- It's a little creepy.
But you haven't posted in
a while, not since this.
But I gather you're not married
or you don't have any kids,
or if you do, you're
embarrassed by them,
so you don't post any pictures.
- They're just really ugly.
- You should see mine.
They're in the car
waiting for me.
It's okay, I left it running.
- You still in Seattle?
- Mmhmm.
Remember when you lived there?
- How could I forget?
- And you had that
ceramic garden gnome?
- Norman.
- Norman, yes!
Oh, he was horrifying
with those red eyes
and that geriatric smile.
- I used to put him
in the refrigerator.
- Yes, I would go for a beer
and find this f***ing gnome
waiting for me.
- How come you never called?
- What would I have said?
- I don't know, any of this?
- Hmm, I don't know,
maybe for the same reason
you didn't show up to
my sister's wedding.
- You guys should feel
these for a couple days.
- Thank you.
You don't have any
place to be, right?
- Right.
- Right.
- Whew.
- What's your favorite memory?
- What, favorite
memory of all time?
- Of us.
- Uh, wow.
Okay, I came to your apartment
because we were going to dinner,
and you had made up this lame
excuse about no reservations
and that you were flustered,
and then I went into your
room to grab your coat
and you had rose
petals scattered,
and candles burning, and this
Italian meal that
you said you cooked.
- It was Olive Garden.
- I know.
- Yeah.
That was the moment when I knew
without you in my life.
- But you did.
- No, I didn't.
You were always
there like a ghost,
haunting any
relationship after you.
- Your turn.
- We were working at the
bar, it was almost Christmas,
I think we'd been seeing
And you'd just gotten off
and left the building.
- It was so cold that day.
- And I watched you walk
across the parking lot,
toward your minivan.
- I hated that car.
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