04.08.04 :: 11:44 am

I have some kind of vague, "exploratory" "interview" today at 12:30 with another makeup brand and it sounds kind of menacing, like anal antics might be involved.

What we're going to "explore" I have no idea. At least it's a solid hour away from my cube.

And all over, I miss him still. He's everywhere. In bakery smells and the clatter of dropped plates. In sunlight plotted against windowpanes.

How something so short-lived took up such permanent space in me is terrifying.

Make it stop. Go away. Come back. Go away. Come back.

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