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Something Else

Something Else  The cheese in my guacamole.  The distraction of a fragment, if only for a second, a moment of heaven— a Something Else. I covet that nonsensical anything else that washes the brain, that gifts reprieve from thinking about you.   I didn’t want cheese in my guacamole. They should have indicated it on the menu.

It’s the little things.