Eleven Years of Eating Lunch by a Window in Columbus, Ohio, Ended With a Box I Never Expected
“Why is that?”
“Because numbers never forget.”
I set the key in my palm and closed my fingers over it.
The metal felt cold at first, then it didn’t.
“Charles.” He turned around.
“Thank you for the cupcake.”
“That wasn’t about the cupcake,” he said.
“That was about the key.”
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