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mist

it was dusk, we were sitting under the tree, remembering the first time it was dusk and we were sitting under the tree, mist between here and the there we would never get to, his hand just now on my breast

it was all green and lush full of crickets and butterflies birds and cats overjoyed it was only later I figured out what happened

force

she's a trip thinkgs she's in touch with and is an emissary of the ways of the flow but she bucks and broncoes and twists it all into a mobius strip, she would do better on the straight (to co-opt a phrase and only so to speak) and a little narrowerer and with a slight kick in the bum

there is no statute of limitations on certain things, no apology, no penitence no takeback no payback no payforward no words no erasure lots of censure for my silence as if it were about my ethics and not about his life my bad

it was an eye opener, this realizing that deep down she was shallow, and how he'd resisted it not that he didn't deep down know it, he just didn't want to have to deal with it, but she forced the issue and now she would have a grand discovery...

it wasn't that stretching was beyond her, or her girdle was too tight or her mind too small it's just she preferred things decided once and for all, it wasn't that she was beyond imagining or she had no imagination but she thought it better that things once carved out were left alone, otherwise she would have to leave her husband

brick

so I heard she'd called him that day something she never did, and asked him to come home early, he said no, she said since when did you get so rigid and he said since when did you get so bossy and that was the last she heard from him, you're kidding!

bulb

the first thing he said was I'm dying, well, that was the first true thing he said, which he didn't do for 20 years, but it shed light on all our goings on, he went all out, leaving the rest of us, and there were many--he adorned himself with crowds--to pick up the pieces which of course we did, we loved him though mostly he was contemptible

lock

he thought he knew himself better than that, but no there he was out on the dock about ready to dive into unknown waters, who was he trying to impress, it's not like he cared what she thought after all she wasn't the key to anything

the thing was she always thought she was such a hot little miss organizer incarnate, thing was she couldn’t organize herself out of a paper bag, no, she just tore the damn thing and it was her mousy assistant who made it all work, gutsy as all hell that one, running the multi-million dollar company from the seat of her slip until finally she married the ceo and fired the pretty but brainless twit, manage that! she said

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