The buildings surround the beach. I swear if they could build hotels in the water, they would. It makes me nauseous. People everywhere. Cars everywhere. Shit everywhere. For the first time in my life, I feel claustrophobic. High rises. People cramming into rooms with the express purpose of getting drunk and then getting laid.
What the [...]
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Later, Amy wanders into the bedroom, in that house, where I am still sitting, staring at the couple of books on the nightstand.
“Whose room is this? Do you know?”
She stares at me.
Blink.
“Do you know whose books these are?”
“Matt’s,” she says, while trying to glance around the room, absorb it, perhaps him, before she wanders back [...]
