Ten Things She Didn’t Tell Me
I still haven’t played the recordings
It’s not like I can’t, I just haven’t.
Ever since Jean moved the IPod’s been sitting on my dresser.
Ten Things I Never Told You, the label reads, in Jean’s blocky handwriting.
There’s a map, too.
A map of places I should go while listening.
I haven’t looked at it.
I thought I was her best friend.
Someday I’ll listen to them.
Maybe not today, though.
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