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One: Not his first DUI.
He had one less
than two years ago.
Blood alcohol level:
point zero nine.
Two: Weed under
the seat. Less than
an ounce, but not
only fineable, also
contributable to his
condition that night.
He’s looking at
thirty days’ jail time,
license suspension,
and a big chunk of
change, and if he
can’t pay it, more
jail time. He goes
to court this week.
HE’S PRETTY MISERABLE
And I almost feel sorry for him.
Not that I didn’t try to warn him.
And I almost want to comfort him.
Not that he’s often been worthy of that.
And I almost want to give him a hug.
Not that I want anyone but Kyle to hug me.
And I almost want to say it will all work out.
Not that I really believe it will, for him. Or me.
And I almost want to tell him I love him.
Not that I have, since I was a little girl.
