To tell you how I lost her, I need to tell you how I found her.  Roommate Lola. Best friend Lola. Lola in her bedroom, sitting on the ground in front of the mirror, makeup sprawled out in front of her. Lola in the passenger seat, sand still dusting her shoulders. Lola in my bed. Lola at the bar, two drinks in front of her because she couldn’t decide. Lola, Lola, Lola.
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