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You talk online with other band nerds about tubas used as foreplay.


A Relationship“You’re leaving, aren’t you?”A Relationship
Orson stopped where he was, arms halfway into the sleeves of his favorite woolen jacket. He glanced over his shoulder and stared at Moira for a long moment. She sat on the edge of the bed, looking vulnerable and teary-eyed, the way he’d seen her so many times before. He’d thought she was still asleep. Awkwardly, he let the jacket slip back down his arms and to the floor without a sound.
“Well, yes, love, I was planning on it. I’ve got to get home to Vanessa and Thomas, you know, I’ve been here for,” he checked his watch and a note of panic was visible in his dark eyes for a


CinemaI.Cinema
I found my love on the silver screen. He smokes, flickers, crackles, smiles; slow and easy, my love smiles.
He touches my hand, my love does, places two fingers beneath my chin, and I breathe in his scent of cigarettes and gin.
My love kisses me, slow and easy, a direct contrast to his quick, jerking movements. I kiss him back and count the seconds.
The censors will be on us.
II.
My love is all of the heartbreakers, the lovers, he is the dangerous ones, the bar keepers, and most of all he is the romantics. &nb


Closing Time“’S closing time, kids.”Nona held up one finger, not looking at the bar tender, keeping her eyes on the quickly moving lips of Alexander. He was saying...something about basketball. Damn it, now she’d lost her train of thought. She waved Alexander quiet with a hand and turned to glare at the bar tender.“What was that?” she asked testily.The bar tender just stared.“Closing time,” he finally said, picking up his rag and continuing to wipe down the bar, picking up Nona and Alexander’s drinks and emptying the contents into the stainless steel sink. Nona shook her head, not even touching the subject of the drinks, and turned back to Alexander.“SorClosing Time
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"Pfft. Pikes without heads. That's just stupid."
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