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Plot summary[ edit ] Min Green and Ed Slaterton, a high school junior and senior basketball jock , respectively, ended their relationship, which lasted from October 5 to November The story takes the form of a letter , with Min writing to Ed explaining why they had broken up. The letter accompanies a box full of minor objects that narrates the progress of their relationship, and is returned to Ed at the end of the letter. The box includes two bottle caps , a movie ticket, a lobby ticket , a box of matches, a pinhole camera , a folded note, a rubber band , a high school pennant , a toy truck, a recipe book Real Recipes from Tinseltown , Pensieri, a fictional liquor and Italian for "thoughts" , a protractor , a file , a concert ticket, an egg cuber "makes a square egg" , a polaroid , a comb from a motel room, a pair of ugly earrings, and several other items collected over the course of their relationship. Item after item is illustrated, accounted for, and placed in the box to be dumped—like an ex-girlfriend—on his front porch. Promotion[ edit ] This book was promoted on Tumblr at the "Why We Broke Up Project" , where people can submit their own break-up stories. She also describes the effect of the many "superbly" made-up films that Min references, which leads readers to "feel certain they must really exist".

Wasnt this for your friend? He shouldnt mix, you said. Hes already had half a bottle of Parkers. You looked at me, and then took the bottle back because I couldnt get it open. You did it in a sec and dropped the two caps in my hand like coins, secret treasure, when you handed the beer back to me. We lost, you explained. What does he do when you win? I asked. Drinks half a bottle of Parkers, you said, and then you Joan told me later that you got beat up once at a jock party after a losing game so thats why you end up at other 17 peoples parties when you lose.

She told me it would be hard dating her brother the basketball star. Youll be a widow, she told me, licking the spoon and turning up Hawk. A basketball widow, bored out of your mind while he dribbles all over the world.

I thought, and I was stupid, that I didnt care. I told you it was Min, short for Minerva, Roman goddess of wisdom, because my dad was getting his masters when I was born, and that, dont even ask, no you couldnt, only my grandmother could call me Minnie because, she told me and I imitated her voice, she loved me the best of anyone.

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You said your name was Ed. Like I might not know that. I asked you how you lost. Dont, you said.

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If I have to tell you how we lost, it will hurt all of my feelings. I liked that, all of my feelings. Every last one? Well, you said, and took a sip, I might have one or two left. I might still have a feeling. I had a feeling too. Of course you told me anyway, Ed, because youre a boy, how you lost the game. Trevor snored on the lawn. The beer tasted bad to me, and I quietly poured it behind my back into the cold ground, and inside people were singing. Bitter birthday to you, bitter birthday to you, bitter birthday to Al and Al never gave me a hard time about 18 staying out there with a boy he had no opinion about instead of coming in to watch him blow out the sixteen black candles on that dark, inedible heart bitter birthday to you.

You told the whole story, your lean arms in your jacket crackling and jerky, and you replayed all your moves.

Basketball is still incomprehensible to me, some shouty frantic bouncing thing in uniform, and although I didnt listen I hung on every word. Do you know what I liked, Ed? The word layup, the sexy plan of it. I savored that word, layup layup layup, through your feints and penalties, your free throws and blocked shots and the screwups that made it all go down.

The layup, the swooping move of doing it like you planned, while all the guests kept singing in the house, For hes a bitter good fellow, for hes a bitter good fellow, for hes a bitter good fellow, which nobody can deny.

The song Id keep, for the movie, so loud through the window your words were all a sporty blur as you nished your game and threw the bottle into an elegant shatter on the fence, and then you started to ask: Could I call you I thought you were going to ask if you could call me Minnie.

But you just wanted to know if you could call me. Who were you to do that, who was I saying yes? I would have said yes, Ed, would have let you call me the thing I hated to be called except by the one who loves me best of anyone. Instead I said yes, sure, you could call me about 19 maybe a movie next weekend, and Ed, the thing with your hearts desire is that your heart doesnt even know what it desires until it turns up. Like a tie at a tag sale, some perfect thing in a crate of nothing, you were just there, uninvited, and now suddenly the party was over and you were all I wanted, the best gift.

I hadnt even been looking, not for you, and now you were my hearts desire kicking Trevor awake and loping off into the sweet late night. Was that Ed Slaterton? Lauren asked, with a bag in her hand. I said.

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Dont say when. It was. Who invited him? Thats crazy, him here. I know, I said. And was he getting your number? I closed my hand on the bottle caps so nobody could see them. Ed Slaterton is asking you out?

Ed Slaterton asked you out? He didnt ask me out, I said, technically. He just asked me if he could If he could what?

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The bag rustled in the wind. If he could ask me out, I admitted. Dear God in heaven, Lauren said, and then, quickly, as my mother would say.

Jordan stepped out. Al peered startled and suddenly through the kitchen window, frowning over the sink like I was a raccoon. Min just got asked out Jordan looked around the yard for him. No, I said, not really. He just asked for my number. Sure, that could mean anything, Lauren snorted, tossing wet napkins into the bag. Maybe he works for the phone company. Maybe hes just obsessed with area codes. Lauren He asked you out. Ed Slaterton. Hes not going to call, I said.

It was just a party. Dont put yourself down, Jordan said. You have all the qualities Ed Slaterton looks for in his millions of girlfriends, come to think of it. You have two legs.

And youre a carbon-based life-form, Lauren said. Stop, I said.

Hes not hes just a guy. Listen to her, just a guy. Lauren picked up another piece of trash. Ed Slaterton asked you out. Its crazy. Thats, like, Eyes on the Roof crazy.

Its not as crazy as what is, by the way, a great movie, 21 and its Eyes on the Ceiling. And, hes not really going to call.

I just cant believe it, Jordan said. Theres nothing to believe, I said to everybody in the yard, including me. It was a party and Ed Slaterton was there and its over and now were cleaning up.

Then come help me, Al said nally, and held up the dripping punch bowl. I hurried to the kitchen and looked for a towel. Throw those out? He pointed at the bottle caps in my hand. Right, yeah, I said, but with my back turned they went into my pocket.

Al handed me everything, the bowl, the towel to dry it, and looked me over. Ed Slaterton? Yeah, I said, trying to yawn. I was thumping inside. Is he really going to call you? I dont know, I said. But you hope so? I dont know. You dont know? Hes not going to call me. Hes Ed Slaterton. I know who he is, Min. Enormous like a shout, well rested, able-bodied. Showered I said.

Gorgeous, Ed, is what I mean. I gasped like Al did when I gave him the perfect present. I love this song, somebody said. You must always do this at a party, Ed, a slow shrugging path from room to room, nodding at everyone with your eyes on the next place to go. Some people glared, a few guys high-ved you and Trevor and Christian almost blocked them like bodyguards.

Trevor was really drunk and you followed him as he slid through a doorway out of view and I made myself wait until the song hit the chorus again before I went looking.

I dont know why, Ed.

Its not like I hadnt seen you before. Everyone had, youre like, I dont know, some movie everyone sees growing up, everybodys seen you, nobody can remember not seeing you. But just suddenly I really, really needed to see you again right that minute, that night. I squoze by that guy who won the science prize, and looked in the dining room, the den with the framed photos of Al uncomfortable on the steps of church. It was ushed, every room, too hot and too loud, and I ran up the stairs, knocked in case people were in Als bed already, picked up the cardigan, and then slipped outside for air and in case you were in the yard.

And you were, you were. What would bring me to do such a thing, you standing grinning holding 16 two beers with Trevor sick in Als moms ower bed? I wasnt supposed to be looking, not for me. It wasnt my birthday, is what I thought. Theres no reason I should have been out here like this, in the yard, on a limb. You were Ed Slaterton, for Gods sake, I said to myself, you werent even invited.

What was wrong with me? What was I doing? But out loud I was talking to you and asking you what was wrong. Nothing with me, you said. Trevs a little sick, though. Fuck you, Trevor gurgled from the bushes. You laughed and I laughed too. You held up the bottles to the porch light to see which was which. Here, nobodys touched this one. I dont usually drink beer. Or, really, anything. I took the bottle. Wasnt this for your friend?

He shouldnt mix, you said. Hes already had half a bottle of Parkers. You looked at me, and then took the bottle back because I couldnt get it open. You did it in a sec and dropped the two caps in my hand like coins, secret treasure, when you handed the beer back to me. We lost, you explained. What does he do when you win? I asked. Drinks half a bottle of Parkers, you said, and then you Joan told me later that you got beat up once at a jock party after a losing game so thats why you end up at other 17 peoples parties when you lose.

She told me it would be hard dating her brother the basketball star. Youll be a widow, she told me, licking the spoon and turning up Hawk. A basketball widow, bored out of your mind while he dribbles all over the world. I thought, and I was stupid, that I didnt care. I told you it was Min, short for Minerva, Roman goddess of wisdom, because my dad was getting his masters when I was born, and that, dont even ask, no you couldnt, only my grandmother could call me Minnie because, she told me and I imitated her voice, she loved me the best of anyone.

You said your name was Ed. Like I might not know that. I asked you how you lost. Dont, you said. If I have to tell you how we lost, it will hurt all of my feelings. I liked that, all of my feelings. Every last one? Well, you said, and took a sip, I might have one or two left. I might still have a feeling. I had a feeling too. Of course you told me anyway, Ed, because youre a boy, how you lost the game.

Trevor snored on the lawn. The beer tasted bad to me, and I quietly poured it behind my back into the cold ground, and inside people were singing. Bitter birthday to you, bitter birthday to you, bitter birthday to Al and Al never gave me a hard time about 18 staying out there with a boy he had no opinion about instead of coming in to watch him blow out the sixteen black candles on that dark, inedible heart bitter birthday to you.

You told the whole story, your lean arms in your jacket crackling and jerky, and you replayed all your moves. Basketball is still incomprehensible to me, some shouty frantic bouncing thing in uniform, and although I didnt listen I hung on every word.

Do you know what I liked, Ed? The word layup, the sexy plan of it. I savored that word, layup layup layup, through your feints and penalties, your free throws and blocked shots and the screwups that made it all go down. The layup, the swooping move of doing it like you planned, while all the guests kept singing in the house, For hes a bitter good fellow, for hes a bitter good fellow, for hes a bitter good fellow, which nobody can deny.

The song Id keep, for the movie, so loud through the window your words were all a sporty blur as you nished your game and threw the bottle into an elegant shatter on the fence, and then you started to ask: Could I call you I thought you were going to ask if you could call me Minnie. But you just wanted to know if you could call me. Who were you to do that, who was I saying yes? I would have said yes, Ed, would have let you call me the thing I hated to be called except by the one who loves me best of anyone.

Instead I said yes, sure, you could call me about 19 maybe a movie next weekend, and Ed, the thing with your hearts desire is that your heart doesnt even know what it desires until it turns up. Like a tie at a tag sale, some perfect thing in a crate of nothing, you were just there, uninvited, and now suddenly the party was over and you were all I wanted, the best gift. I hadnt even been looking, not for you, and now you were my hearts desire kicking Trevor awake and loping off into the sweet late night.

Was that Ed Slaterton? Lauren asked, with a bag in her hand. I said. Dont say when. It was. Who invited him? Thats crazy, him here.

I know, I said. And was he getting your number? I closed my hand on the bottle caps so nobody could see them. Ed Slaterton is asking you out? Ed Slaterton asked you out?

He didnt ask me out, I said, technically. He just asked me if he could If he could what? The bag rustled in the wind. If he could ask me out, I admitted. Dear God in heaven, Lauren said, and then, quickly, as my mother would say. Jordan stepped out. Al peered startled and suddenly through the kitchen window, frowning over the sink like I was a raccoon.

Min just got asked out Jordan looked around the yard for him. No, I said, not really.

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He just asked for my number. Sure, that could mean anything, Lauren snorted, tossing wet napkins into the bag. Maybe he works for the phone company. Maybe hes just obsessed with area codes. Lauren He asked you out. Ed Slaterton. Hes not going to call, I said. It was just a party. Dont put yourself down, Jordan said. Inside the box is why they broke up. Two bottle caps, a movie ticket, a folded note, a box of matches, a protractor, books, a toy truck, a pair of ugly earrings, a comb from a motel room, and every other item collected over the course of a giddy, intimate, heartbreaking relationship.

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Spoilers for the book from here out First off, these two dated for around two months. Yet Min feels it was a relationship worth writing a plus essay about. I say page essay because the whole story is under the guise of letters attached to various items form the relationship.

This format does not hold well when you start to think about it. Imagine someone sending you a letter with word for word conversations that either they had, or conversations you took part in. How weird would that be? Why would I want to read conversations verbatim in a letter to me?

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