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  • I checked every grocery store in New York, but none
    have Jaffa Cakes. I settle for the bland, discounted cookies
    moping next to the crackers. Five hours ahead of me already,
    I envision you enjoying one with lunch, and I wonder if it
    reminds you of that night I ate two boxes worth,
    never stopping for a breath, and moaned and groaned with
    stomach aches for hours. You laughed at me until your
    own stomach hurt, and we collapsed on the floor, tears in our eyes,
    clenching our guts. I knew it then, I did, and I know it now,
    know it with all the clarity that time and space allow. And
    as I traverse these gray sidewalks, hands in my empty pockets,
    I pray that you do too. If not today,
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