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Cash isn't the only thing I take from my father's study when I leave home. I take a small, old gold lighter--I like the design and feel of it--and a folding knife with a really sharp blade. Made to skin deer, it has a five-inch blade and a nice heft. Probably something he bought on one of his trips abroad. I also take a sturdy, bright pocket flashlight out of a drawer. Plus sky blue Revo sunglasses to disguise my age.
I think about taking my father's favorite Sea-Dweller Oyster Rolex. It's a beautiful watch, but something flashy will only attract attention. My cheap plastic Casio watch with an alarm and stopwatch will do just fine, and might actually be more useful. Reluctantly, I return the Rolex to its drawer.
From the back of another drawer I take out a photo of me and my older sister when we were little, the two of us on a beach somewhere with grins plastered across our faces. My sister's looking off to the side so half her face is in shadow and her smile is neatly cut in half. It's like one of those Greek tragedy masks in a textbook that's half one idea and half the opposite. Light and dark. Hope and despair. Laughter and sadness. Trust and loneliness. For my part I'm staring straight ahead, undaunted, at the camera. Nobody else is there at the beach. My sister and I have on swimsuits--hers a red floral-print one-piece, mine some baggy old blue trunks. I'm holding a plastic stick in my hand. White foam is washing over our feet.
Who took this, and where and when, I have no clue. And how could I have looked so happy? And why did my father keep just that one photo? The whole thing is a total mystery. I must have been three, my sister nine. Did we ever really get along that well? I have no memory of ever going to the beach with my family. No memory of going anywhere with them. No matter, though--there is no way I'm going to leave that photo with my father, so I put it in my wallet. I don't have any photos of my mother. My father had thrown them all away.
Clear weather is across the sky, high above, anywhere I go I hold you hand
The inside of our bodies bathe in the light
The beat in your heart takes care of all the uproars, let’s make a summer we’ll never forget
Because you are here
We’re going to get ride of everything, including the wounds and pain
Just the freedom holds me, and I look towards tomorrow.
The sun is now above us, and because it continues to shine,
This summer will never end, believe me
If your having fun with this amazing feeling, continue it, everything’s alright
Anything and everything reaches this hot world
In the place where the south wind blows, before the street we are gazing at,
We shake the other mirages
The dream conveys something to us before we get there so we can make progress
And our hearts strongly make us do this.
It’s just one time, the day is today
If we collide into it with all of our hearts, the door will open.
If you look up, there’s sky, if you look around its sea, we live here
In this summer there was the miracle of us meeting, believe you
We’re going to laugh, together with you if we jump out, everything’s all right
The never ending good weather crosses over that sky
I heard it today
That you already have a new man
From you friends mouth, it was passed on
How you were keeping company surprised me
You made the same present that you gave me
Adding a letter with the same content
Saying that this kind of love is a first for you, baby
Lay in the bed I laid in
Giving the same look you once gave me
Split love with another person, how could you already forget me like this
I don’t believe it, did you ever really love me
I still can’t fathom loving again yet
Call him by the same nickname you called me
Hold his hand at the places I took you to
Like a person at a march for the first time, pretend to wait in anticipation
Those were all precious memories made with me
They’ll all be erased if you do them with him too
Why are you erasing our memories, why why
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Cash isn't the only thing I take from my father's study when I leave home. I take a small, old gold lighter--I like the design and feel of it--and a folding knife with a really sharp blade.
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