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“I am happy either way.” I continued.
I was trying to be supportive.
“I won’t kill it.” She sobbed.
“Great.” I said sitting down.
“No. Not great. I wanted to study.”
“You are young. You have your whole life ahead of you.” Maybe I was better at
customer services than sales, wait, which one would this fall into?
“I’ll never be in a disco again.” She had stopped sobbing and mucus bubbles
were inflating and popping on her right nostril.
I tried to ignore it but it had a rhythm that wouldn’t quit. She became self-
conscious and rubbed her nose back with the inside of her wrist, she instantly
looked like a pig. It was the first time I found her unattractive. I think she
noticed as she headed back into the bathroom.
I sat and stared out into the grey abyss that was the view from my window. The
Warsaw sky looked like someone had opened up Microsoft paint and put a grey
paint can on the sky. I had no texture, no shades. It was flat and lifeless grey.
Was it significant?
Everything has significance if you attribute some to it but I wasn’t interested in
playing fate and futures. Elly got pregnant because we weren’t safe. We weren’t