"Something, something, something, letting go is tough," F said, trying hard to keep a stiff neck from lulling under the weight of the drinks. "It's like Holden Caulfield said, how you can fall half in love with someone just by sharing an intimate moment." The bottle slipped through F's grasp and fell to the floor, foaming and spilling as it rolled. K quietly stood up, picked up the bottle, placed it in the sink, and mopped up the mess with a towel. Then K dabbed a wet nose with the back of a soft sleeve and wiped the corners of lightly-teared eyes with worn fingertips.
"I'm leaving you," K said.
"You shouldn't've let it get this bad," F said as K opened the door of the apartment and closed it quietly.
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