He exchanged again his afternoon break of cigarette for a cup of black coffee. His day of reincarnation loomed and he would soon lose his memories, strand by strand. But before it could happen, he wanted to remind himself of her, as long as he could.
She used to come at the same hour and she would order the cappuccino. She would scoop the froth and savor it until it vaporized. Her satisfied smile meant the bartender had done it right and he would sigh in his grin. But it would become a part of his lost good memory of her.
He plucked the tissue trapped between the cup and the saucer. He dipped his finger in his coffee and swiveled it on the thick layers of the tissue. He looked at the address he painted on it. But after a few minutes, his eyebrows curled and he surveyed his strange surroundings. The buzz in his ears told him his reincarnation process killed another remembrance in his life.
His eyes traveled to the tissue paper. The address might have meant something a while ago. But now he could not remember the reason he wrote it.
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