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I am in L.A. To do a song about Drake. "" Yes, "I say, trying to defeat his sarcasm with a reckless expression of his own. "We'll make an appointment the next time you kick me, then come across me years later, then get you back on a mission to die ..." Leo looked startled. I said, smiling to soften some of my challenging questions. "I did not kick you," he said. I rolled my eyes and laughed. pig. "Yes." He looked hurt-or at least surprised. "It does not look like that." I looked at his face, conjecture that he must have been trying to salute me by pretending we had agreed to part with him. But there is no sign of calculation, there is no sign of anything but real surprise before my "version" of what we were before. "So what was it like? We just ... I do not know anymore ... I know you're stupid - and you've put so much emphasis on face ... I still remember that Tet holiday ... but I do not remember why we broke up ... It seems we broke up for nothing for nothing. "" Nothing for what? "I say, feeling almost desperate as Suzanne suddenly turns to our corner. She must have realized the attitude of I, because she said, "Oh, sorry," and abruptly stopped. I tried to smile and say, "No. It's okay. We were just talking about ... Drake. "Suzanne looked at me with a look of disbelief, but she kept on cooperating. "What do you think about him? Is he as realistic as his looks? "" Very, "I cheer happily while inside with a disturbance." What is the best part about the interview? "Suzanne asked Leo. Leo pretends to think for a moment, then he says he believes in Suzanne and will give her some of the hot news in the article, including some details of debt relief work. of the Third World countries and all of his critiques of the current administration, none of them reached my ear. Instead, I had to fight the anxiety that was creeping in my chest, and decided to break the wound in my heart as soon as the conversation stopped. When that moment finally came, I said Determined at all, "Well. We should go now. "Leo nodded, his face calm. "Then thank you again for all," I said, "thank you," he replied, crouching deeper into his shell. "I'm eager to see your picture." "I'm looking forward to reading your post. I know it's going to be great, "I said, feeling all the joy of being away from my body a few minutes ago. Boom up and down. Everything along with Leo has always been up and down. Suanne pretended to look at the billboard hanging on the wall in front of us, as if to give Leo and me the last bit of privacy, while Leo nodded. First thanks again. For a second, it seemed as though he was about to hug me one last time, even as a formal hug. But he did not. I just wish you a nice trip. But all I hear is, Have a good life. Once settled in the taxi, on the way to the hotel, Suzanne's eyebrows grow fills sympathy. "You look sad," she said softly. I can not gather the energy to lie, so nodding my head to that is true - although to say exactly, it is very grievous to express myself close to my feelings. "I do not know why," I said. "Just the whole thing ... so weird ... Meet him ..." Suzanne held my hand and said, "Normal." "Really?" I said. "Because the feeling is not normal. I do not think Andy would definitely call this normal. "Suzanne looked out the window next to her while asking the ultimate question. "You still have feelings for him, or just treat it as nostalgia?" "I think a little more nostalgic," I admitted. Suzanne said, "I guess so much," and then added, near Like a sudden thought, "But to say this can help explain, I fully understand what you see from him. Unhappy, sexy, smart ... "A grinning smile appeared on my lips. "It really can not be explained. Not at all, "I say. "Sorry," she said. "And do you know anything else that can not be explained?" I said, as the cab pulled into the hotel entrance and the doorman stepped in. Suzanne looked at me, waiting for me to continue. "Leo told me, even if he died, he could not remember why we broke up." "Damn," she said, eyes closed. Belly Fat. "That's right," I said. "That's a problem." I nodded and paid the driver. Suzanne was silent for a moment and said, "Why should he do that?" "I do not know," I say as we go through the turnstiles. Enter the lobby of the hotel for luggage to send the reception. Can leave youFeel more comfortable about the past? Or maybe he just ... in a kind of power play? "" I do not understand him very well, "she said," What do you think? "I shrugged and said I did not really think so. those two theories. Leo is not the kind of ungrateful man without cause that makes others feel more comfortable. And I did not think he was a seducer. When we were sitting in two hardwood chairs in the hall, Suzanne looked thoughtful. "Hey," she finally said, "Maybe this way, he just says what he thinks: that he really can not remember why - how - it ends. And maybe he also meant that he always wished things were different. "I stroked my tired tired hair. "Do you think that's possible?" Suzanne nodded. "Sure. And so not very satisfactory? "She asked. "What every girl has ever dreamed of. That guy would someday feel sorry and come back and talk to her about it ... And the great thing about it is ... I do not regret it. "I looked at her. "She asked, an implied question. A question with only one word on my choice. About Andy About everything in my life. "Yes," I said decisively. "Absolutely no regrets." "Okay," Suzanne said in her familiar accusation. Three hours later, when Suzanne and I ate dinner at the airport and say good-bye at the security barrier, I boarded the plane with pain in my heart and emotionally tormented by all. not finished. As I sat in the window seat on the last row of the compartment, glancing at the flight attendant with a steady voice on the limited space of the umbrella for luggage, I rewinded the events of the day, Especially the unexpected ending to Leo's last encounter. In my late thoughts, I wished to tell Suzanne that I needed some time with him. Such a request would be too cumbersome, but an hour - even thirty minutes - is really all the time needed to draw the final conclusion on such an emotionally charged work. Even though I have no regrets about the twist of my life, I can not help but want to understand the intensity of the twist. With Leo, it's just like the turbulent time between adolescence and adulthood when it feels like everything is immature, passionate and scary - and why those emotions are rushing in me now. I hurriedly called Andy to let him know that the plane was on time, but he did not listen to the phone. I left a message, telling him the photo shoot went well, that I loved him and would see him first in the morning. Then I turned my attention to the line of passengers that were connecting the aisle, silently praying that the middle seat by my side would be empty, or, at least, it would welcome a low guest. quiet, neat. But soon after, a big, nasty, smelly man with a distinctive smell of wine and cigarettes left me frustrated with the puffed bag, burger king cake and a bottle of Burger King. Mountain Dew is filled with suspicious water of amber color. "Hello!" He roared. Resonance with the smell of wine and drink brought along, his reddening eyes and excessively loud volume clearly showed he was drunk - or at least approaching the threshold. I imagined a long

night in the cocktail, sometimes with a little wine poured out, accompanied by unremitting apologies, trying to clean my way and cleaning my head chatting silly. My only silent gaze would cause him to shut up and destroy any potential contact. So I did not answer, just trying to squeeze a very polite smile as he sat down on the couch and immediately bent down to his dirty tennis shoes and stained socks and arms. My throbbing cheekbones invade every inch of my own space. "Hah! Leg aches and pains, "he said loudly, as soon as his sweaty feet were free. Then he invited me a fried piece of meat. I squeeze the nausea, tell him no - thanks, and quickly hastily put the headphone on the plane in the ear, turn to the window. Then I picked up the classical music channel, turned the volume up, closed my eyes, and tried to think of anything but Leo. After about fifteen minutes of turmoil, I felt the plane start rolling along the runway, gaining momentum before making a stag back. When the plane was climbing, I was frightened to squeeze the arm of my chair, exaggerating my gong while trying to resist the high-flaming imagination of flames and steel piles. The plane will not fall, I think. But when I finally opened my eyes, the guy sitting next to me - and his Burger King party - did not see it. And, in his dirty seat,