We had our big fight in the alley behind her apartment block. The struggle to get the couch I'd broken down to the dumpster had been frustrating, and then after I heaved the thing into it, disgusting garbage water somehow burst forth, coating her legs and feet.
So I forgive her snapping. I forgive her detailing every which way I was a horrible person whom she hated and never wanted to see again.
But then she turned, slipped on the garbage water, and broke her neck, just before people came to see me standing over her.
That I don't forgive.
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