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In December of 2008,
we met in an Italian hotel lobby.
She was sitting next to
a bowl of chocolate mints.
I lit my cigaret
and walked out the door.
Two weeks later,
I unpacked my suitcase
in Long Beach,
and there she was.
Her name is
Scatola di Fiammiferi.
She is still with me.
She is still with me.
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