The Thing About Living in the Town Where My Parents Fell in Love…

…is that sometimes I’m walking along the streets, looking at the places where they might have eaten gelato or gone to the movies. Or I’m on the beach, where they might have gone swimming together and watched the waves. I’ll see a couple of teenagers flirting or making out. I’ll think: Ah, young love.

Then I think: Those could have been my parents.

And then I throw up inside my mouth. A lot.

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