The only thing that made it different from all the other short-lived affairs (you know there are too many to count), is the expiration date we knew it had. We knew it would end. We knew we wouldn't have time to internally combust. Is that why we treated each other with such respect (now, is that why now, we send each other thoughtful messages?)? Is that why we got over the petty issues? Because we knew we didn't have the time to even consider them? So why not enjoy it?
Really? The shelf-life kept it cordial?
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