Intruders

 -C

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"It's always that last look---You're trying to say goodbye in the right sort of way, in the manner that seemed owed...  It is always that look---the last one, after you've made the utterance, "Goodbye"---that is the most telling.  You're only trying to sound sincere.  You must sound sincere, but, no matter what, your voice betrays you, even if you're telling the truth.  When you and she both nod, your eyes are black, both of you---no, no, hers are green, I know...  But they are just black and lit in white circles by the streetlamp above---though its color is yellow.  You don't walk away just yet.  You stare, and then you've agreed upon a whole history of yourselves, but as told by an outside illuminator; the street lamp's talking...  And you look away because you feel you should.  And all of this takes place within the span of five seconds.  9/21/10."