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The Size Of You – Spookey Ruben

My sleepover at Arlene’s house was a total bust. The party itself was as boring as shit. It went exactly as I expected. My attempts to get some alone time with the birthday girl were foiled by having to make small talk with all her friends who, Lord willin’, I will never have to see again. The sleepover part was even worse. I ended up sleeping in the living room with this guy named Kevin. Instead of sharing secrets and whispering sweet nothings in the darkness with Arlene, I ended up watching cartoons with a stranger until three in the morning. Then I had to get up at 6:30. Bad times.

I came home, slept for about five hours, chilled with Max for a minute and woke up at work. I found myself at the register right next to Adriana’s. For those who have never been to a supermarket, the registers are divided into bunkers of two. So 1+2 share a “workspace”, 3+4, etc. She was 1. I was 2. You would think that that wouldn’t be the most conducive environment for conversation, what with the customers and all, but it was a slow day. And there’s always a few seconds to chat when people decide they want to pay with debit. I find time to look at her and she finds time to smile in those precious moments between the cards.

He was a great man, wasn’t he Connie?
He was just a man, Tommy. He wasn’t a great man. Or a good man, or some kind of saint. He did some decent things and he did some evil things. He killed people. Sometimes for his country, sometimes for money. Once or twice just to help his friends. He did what he thought he had to do. He was no better and no worse than a lot of people who’ve walked this earth. He was just a man. And I loved him more than God Almighty.



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