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And yet when we lose it, we invent further excuses as to find a new something which somehow fatefully found its place into our lives. Really I bought the new watch so that when I would find the lost watch, I would be in possession of two watches with two completely different memories. I cannot last this week without a watch.
Red watch. Purple watch. Purple, Red, a suit after university, irreplaceable memories, but all progressions showing exactly where we have previously been. And all of this amidst a coffee shop, or rather staring at it from a table outside because I am too cheap to actually afford a cup of overpriced liquid. I am eating the working man's pizza and using the brown parcel I received as proof of purchase of my new purple watch as a plate. What a lovely memory. In the place of a missed psychology class. You really don't learn anything from class.

I watched an amazing game of affection played by two boys and two girls by a coffee shop. The subtle flicks of hair on the girls, the twitching of limbs which was meant to go unnoticed on the boys. Sometimes I felt like yelling out the blatantly obvious, "you like him, he likes you, just screw already!" Or to the fat lady gazing longingly at the skinny boy. To the curious, bright-eyed child looking at me through the tinted windows of the same coffee shop, "just remember when you grow up that this is all fake".

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