On the table sat a bowl of sugar cubes. In it, she saw the first time she kissed a girl and the last time she let a boy break her heart.
She felt her fishnets snag on the siding as she tried to sneak out of her bedroom window.
She heard Mazzy Star through a cuddly pile of friends giggling at a velvet unicorn painting under the black light.
She smelled cheap pot and expensive, pastel-colored French cigarettes.
She asked him what it made him think about. And, when he said “Coffee?” she decided it was time to break up.