Oh, my ex-girlfriend was a chair specialist, the top scholar in her field.
We start off trying to make mojitos - but then I’m just drinking - jack and lemonade, under a yellow moon.
Then all my skin is warm.
My neighbor is a perfect swimmer, missing her much younger boyfriend,
more and more each day.
Then all my skin is warm.
My neighbor is a perfect swimmer, missing her much younger boyfriend,
more and more each day.
Then I think I’ve passed some critical point.
How many bug bites can a body of my dimensions reasonably hold?
How many conversation like this -
I’d like to rewrite the arrangement. From now on my job is mostly about sunbathing.
From now on, we only agree to see each other so long as we’re really cracking up.
Okay?
My dad sits in the back alone. The magic girl puts her hand on his chest to thank a compliment.
Next door there are grunts and growls.
Tomorrow is the auction.
My life is writhing like water, chained and contained by the old beach rope.
Tomorrow is the auction.
My life is writhing like water, chained and contained by the old beach rope.
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