We were madly in love for a very long time. Twenty-three days to be exact. It was the longest relationship I ever had.
On the twenty-fourth day, a pigeon crashed into Levi, while he was climbing the steep stairs to the apartment. He tumbled down, struck his head on the sidewalk and died.
I lost my soulmate and fell into a deep depression. I cried every day, for the next one hundred and forty-eight days. I started counting the days since Levi had brought me the flowery pocket calendar with fluorescent violet patterns on the cover. I got excited about it when we were passing by a storefront on a balmy summer night. Each day has an interesting fact printed on it.
December thirty-first says, The Egyptian sun-god, Ra, changed himself into a cat, in order to battle evil. Bast, the goddess of fertility and love, always took the form of a cat, with the body of a woman and the head of a cat.
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