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I'm sitting at the dining room table in my childhood home telling my mom that I'm going to see him, as an old friend. I'm taking the buses, it's one connection. The first bus is behind the old middle school, a skinny winding road not built for such a big vehicle.

He knows I'm coming, says all his friends and girlfriend are out of town. I don't totally buy this but it's him I'm going to see. My connection is in a town called Rust some place in the plains.

I show up and we spend 72 hours in bed catching up. My eyes frame his tobacco perfumed mustache and stained teeth. He tells me about kissing his girlfriend, recites wedding officiant's speech. I say wow. We order take out and I see he's hiding me from the windows.

I pack my bags. I'm moody collecting my polka dot underwear from the tangles of dirty clothes on his side of the bed, just don't like the goodbye. He downloads songs for my no service ride and rolls me three cigarettes. I get dressed, a white and lavender halter tank top. I put another tank on, my hands above my head, his are on my stomach. He unclasps my bra. I walk to the station. There's a beautiful family getting into a maroon suburban. The lady in front of me in line has brought the attendant lefse and offers me one, rolled with butter and sugar. The whole station smells green.