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“Let me in.” It is Rebound’s stern voice coming through the door’s intercom. It has been months, close to a year, since I’d last seen him. I press the button and wait as he climbs the stairs of my two-story walk up. Despite having a connection to him I’d stopped seeing him after our second…

The Rebound

He is on a mission. He needs to forget about his girlfriend, correction, ex-girlfriend. To forget about his troubles with the distraction of whiskey and women. And he is failing miserably. “Fuck it! Ya’ know? I’m single now. I can do what I want,” he repeats his mantra more for himself than for me. I…