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Play It Again

In the box of our room we talk and laugh and sing “Arrasando” with Thalia until the morning I pack my bag and toss it into an awaiting jeep outside. After I do this, I fall from the sidewalk onto Walter like a coffin-leaping widow. We are two grown men grafted onto each other in the street and blubbering so obscenely that witnesses all look away. All except for the deaf-mute from the Miramar.