We stood outside in the dark and looked up at the stars. She chattered for a while, like she always does when she drinks. She chatters, and my thoughts get serious. As soon as she got quiet, I spoke.
"What happened to me?"
"What do you mean?"
"Suddenly I find myself standing in the yard with a beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other, and I have to ask, 'Who the hell am I?'"
And she laughed. And after a moment, so did I.
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