Fragments

What do you remember, if at all
Only pieces of the night?

I reached into the backseat of my car to retrieve the Museums and Communities book I needed to read for my Cultural Heritage class. My hand was rudely interrupted by a pair of black high heels.
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Upon the desk lie five credit card receipts; all from the L.A. Hangout, and all from this weekend.
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The joint was small; at first, I thought it was a bidi.
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"Cherith?"
"Yes, Cherith."
"That's a name? That's a word?"
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"One for the road?"
I call it safekeeping.
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As it turns out, she was married. 27 years, and I still don't know enough to look for a ring.
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Luis smirked as he slammed the door to his powder-blue Mustang. "What up, Bam-Bam?"
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Goodnight, goodnight
You're embarrassing me
You're embarrassing you