He Forgot Our First Date (Twice)
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Baan Kaew Cafe. Same beans, same rain, same everything. Three weeks from closing, and the only regular who keeps coming back cannot remember having come.
Leaning on the counter as if he had leaned on it before, which he had, on the same day, three times.
We talked until the rain stopped. He wrote his name on the cup. Korn. He had written it on a cup for me once before, and I had thrown that one away.
He never came. Fine. People flake. I moved on.
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