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"
I
’
m
calling
it
‘
The
Girlfriend
’
s
-
Going
-
to
-
Juilliard
-
Leaving
-
My
-
Punk
-
Heart
-
in
-
Shreds
Blues
,
’
"
he
said
,
singing
the
title
in
an
exaggeratedly
twangy
voice
.
Then
he
smiled
that
goofy
shy
smile
that
I
felt
like
came
from
the
truest
part
of
him
.
"
I
’
m
kidding
.
"
"
Good
,
"
I
said
.
"
Sort
of
,
"
he
added
.
Adam
is
gone
.
He
suddenly
rushed
out
,
calling
to
Nurse
Ramirez
that
he
’
d
forgotten
something
important
and
would
be
back
as
soon
as
he
could
.
He
was
already
out
the
door
when
she
told
him
that
she
was
about
to
get
off
work
.
In
fact
,
she
just
left
,
but
not
before
making
sure
to
inform
the
nurse
who
’
d
relieved
Old
Grumpy
that
"
the
young
man
with
the
skinny
pants
and
messy
hair
"
is
allowed
to
see
me
when
he
returns
.
Not
that
it
matters
.
Willow
rules
the
school
now
.
She
has
been
marching
the
troops
through
here
all
morning
.
After
Gran
and
Gramps
and
Adam
,
Aunt
Kate
stopped
by
.
Then
it
was
Aunt
Diane
and
Uncle
Greg
.
Then
my
cousins
shuffled
in
.
Willow
’
s
running
to
and
fro
,
a
gleam
in
her
eye
.
She
’
s
up
to
something
,
but
whether
it
’
s
trotting
out
loved
ones
to
lobby
on
behalf
of
my
continuing
my
earthly
existence
or
whether
she
’
s
simply
bringing
them
in
to
say
good
-
bye
,
I
can
’
t
say
.
Now
it
’
s
Kim
’
s
turn
.
Poor
Kim
.
She
looks
like
she
slept
in
a
Dumpster
.
Her
hair
has
staged
a
full
-
scale
rebellion
and
more
of
it
has
escaped
her
mangled
braid
than
remains
tucked
inside
.
She
’
s
wearing
one
of
what
she
calls
her
"
turd
sweaters
,
"
the
greenish
,
grayish
,
brownish
lumpy
masses
her
mom
is
always
buying
her
.
At
first
,
Kim
squints
at
me
,
as
if
I
’
m
a
bright
,
glaring
light
.
But
then
it
’
s
like
she
adjusts
to
the
light
and
decides
that
even
though
I
may
look
like
a
zombie
,
even
though
there
are
tubes
sticking
out
of
every
which
orifice
,
even
though
there
’
s
blood
on
my
thin
blanket
from
where
it
’
s
seeped
through
the
bandages
,
I
’
m
still
Mia
and
she
’
s
still
Kim
.
And
what
do
Mia
and
Kim
like
to
do
more
than
anything
?
Talk
.
Kim
settles
into
the
chair
next
to
my
bed
.
"
How
are
you
doing
?
"
she
asks
.
I
’
m
not
sure
.
I
’
m
exhausted
,
but
at
the
same
time
Adam
’
s
visit
has
left
me
.
.
.
I
don
’
t
know
what
.
Agitated
.
Anxious
.
Awake
,
definitely
awake
.
Though
I
couldn
’
t
feel
it
when
he
touched
me
,
his
presence
stirred
me
up
anyhow
.
I
was
just
starting
to
feel
grateful
that
he
was
here
when
he
booked
out
of
here
like
the
devil
was
chasing
him
.
Adam
has
spent
the
last
ten
hours
trying
to
get
in
to
see
me
,
and
now
that
he
finally
succeeded
,
he
left
ten
minutes
after
arriving
.
Maybe
I
scared
him
.
Maybe
he
doesn
’
t
want
to
deal
.
Maybe
I
’
m
not
the
only
chickenshit
around
here
.
After
all
,
I
spent
the
last
day
dreaming
of
him
coming
to
me
,
and
when
he
finally
staggered
into
the
ICU
,
if
I
had
the
strength
,
I
would
’
ve
run
away
.
"
Well
,
you
would
not
believe
the
crazy
night
it
’
s
been
,
"
Kim
says
.
Then
she
starts
telling
me
about
it
.
About
her
mom
’
s
hysterics
,
about
how
she
lost
it
in
front
of
my
relatives
,
who
were
very
gracious
about
the
whole
thing
.
The
fight
they
had
outside
the
Roseland
Theater
in
front
of
a
bunch
of
punks
and
hipsters
.
When
Kim
shouted
at
her
crying
mother
to
"
pull
it
together
and
start
acting
like
the
adult
around
here
"
and
then
stalked
off
into
the
club
leaving
a
shocked
Mrs
.
Schein
at
the
curb
,
a
group
of
guys
in
spiked
leather
and
fluorescent
hair
cheered
and
high
-
fived
her
.
