The Disappearance of Eleanor Rigby: Him Page #6

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No, I'm good.

It's good.

Um...

Yeah, I don't know, on, uh...

I don't know what street this is.

Clinton... it's just...

just below Houston.

Uh, Clinton just below Houston.

Yeah. Yeah, I'll see you in a minute.

How much do you want?

Forget about it.

What?

Hey!

What the f*** is your problem, man?

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

When did we get all this stuff?

I don't know. I...

I guess it kind of accumulated.

You can... store some of it at my

parents' house if you want.

No.

I was thinking I could get a storage

unit, till we figure things out.

I'm sorry.

What are you thinking?

That memory's so f***ing weird.

How's that?

I forgot what he looks like.

Sometimes I'll get a...

quick glimpse of his eyes...

...oras...

a small smile he used to

give me from the crib.

But then he vanishes.

I can't picture his face.

I can't picture his face anymore.

Pale.

He was pale.

He had tiny ears.

He had your nose.

Your mouth.

Your chin.

He had your...

But he had my eyes.

And I loved that.

And he was the most beautiful

thing I've ever seen.

I wasn't ready

for what this feels like.

Neither of us were.

I just want him back.

I know.

I love you.

I know.

Hey, guys...

I'm gonna go take a stroll

before the rush, OK?

- OK.

- OK.

Aren't you worried about

these 15 people in that section?

What are we gonna do with them?

Um, you know what we do is

we open up this back room here.

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