Illustration by Bob AulI want my chess set back. Yeah, so we haven't spoken in months, and we're each happy with someone new. But I want my chess set back. It's not the fanciest of chess sets. It was old and missing pieces. I remember we would use quarters in place of the rooks. But I still want it back. Unless you threw it away, I'm sure it's still where we last left it—next to your radio, near the photos of your ex that never quite disappeared. I don't need to see you, hear your voice or read a post card—none of that. I just want my chess set back. And would it hurt to give me back the condoms?
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