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Sport 34: Winter 2006

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That evening was all between the V of the Valley. There is that Sunday melancholy, and I get it on Saturday night. If you have no place to go, he said, I'll be your back-up plan. We go to the movies, or, he takes me to the movies. I have all the time in the world, and he is taking me to fill it. I run down to the end of the street, and wait. The movie is due to start in the minute he arrives. He arrives with undone shoelaces. He is eating a persimmon. I only enjoy persimmons cooked, I say. I thought you were going to pick me up, I say. We run up the hill, girls in cars drive past us. We arrive as the trailers end. I never see the title on the screen. Like all shifts between before and now, we step out into the rain. We bypass home. There is no milk at home. We walk down to the shops. At the crossing the rain is coming straight down. If I was by myself, he says, I would have crossed by now.

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