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She lets him talk and monologue from the bed laying down. Jesse begins swaying the ice clinking inside his drink inside his glass and he feels better.
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All these people drinking lovers spit. How would he know exactly what to do? What makes her happy. The string passes through her body. The way music would, harmlessly and suggestively and soothing, like a deep red bell singing and she feels well put together. The carpet is green with red and ugly diamond patterns like sad art and bad carpentry, withstanding stiff as a board but she doesnt care. She likes the floor. The wall meeting the floor and her back and the tall yellow, metal lamp.CONTENT
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The same song plays again,. And she makes a decision. Allows the boy to have his fantasy at least once for his sake and she hands Jesse another drink. Did you ever go looking for her, she asks? Yeah Once. I came back to the city.
She takes his hand and places her own inside, like a proper slow dance on his chest, but his other hand creeps sweetly along her back, in a way that she has forgotten how it could feel, like a natural warm movement of red and white blood cells, parting in pangs and hormones asunder. Do you know this song? You look like someone I already know or someone I should know. And his hair is a mess.
She lets him talk and monologue from the bed laying down. Jesse begins swaying the ice clinking inside his drink inside his glass and he feels better.
She can see her knees, in a mirror from an open, cheap armoire at the end of the room, her least favorite body part on her whole body she thinks. She hides her boredom and she drinks her drink and Jesse speaks. Just like honey she thinks.