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A fish and chips and a book and a movie It was the best day of my life. I can still remember it clearly. I sat on my porch, sipping cold Kallu Beer, pouring over the almanac of my city's history-of-my-city. But as captivating as this was, what really captivated me was the mere beauty of what once had been -what now lay before me, sprouting from beneath its pavement. A garden! And right in the middle of the garden sat a red swing set with bright white stars so bright they hurt to look at them for too long! I could feel myself smile again at that thought. I never knew my mother used to sit/sit in that swing, swinging in the evenings when she was a kid. I never knew she used to swing in that swing when she was a kid! I could remember her pushing me around in the living room, sometimes even pushing me. But she never pushed me around in the kitchen. Never ever did. She would have never done that. She said she had done that with her cousin when she was a kid. And how her cousin had died when they pushed each other in the circle swing. And how it had all been an accident! She is old now, and senile, but I can still hear her say that. "It was an accident. She never told me with such pride like you like to do with your cousins and uncles and aunts and nephews and nieces and the boy down the road." She says I push my friends around in circles at their birthdays, though most of them are not born yet. That's why I never had one myself. I like to think about this red swing set, always. I could see myself sitting there, opening up this book of history, to find out about the different kings that had ruled this city. I could tell my future husband about it and he would love me for not knowing so much about my city. And I'd share with him all the beautiful things in the garden, and we'd both feel ALIVE! And though it would scare me to think of death, I would ask him to pay attention when we were there at the swing set. "A fish and chips and a book and a movie" He'd ask "What movie?" Then we'd laugh out loud at how natural that sounded considering that no one else in our family ever read books or watched movies either. And we'd take a service for four and share it. I'd watch the fish and chips, he'd watch the movie. And I would read. And we would walk home together, both of us growing old (I hope). But happy!... But he never came to look for me in the garden. He never even looked for me in my house! Maybe his parents forced him to marry a girl from our neighborhood, a girl who knew all about every king that had ever ruled this city that was now a garden. Or maybe he just didn't love me anymore. Or maybe he's been dead for so many years now, no one remembers him anymore. Maybe I'll be dead soon too! [... cfa1e77820
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