A cold, but bright morning in the library parking lot. Smooth as a spreadable emulsion I chat my way into your hearts & subscription lists.
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'How can you say no?' They ask, casually. Hands raised to the sky; shoulders, shrugged in a 'why not' gesture. Almost as if they actually think someone is listening or might respond.
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Silence.
A bell rings.
The entertainment center is still here and still too big for the room. And yet, here we are.
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Here's to hoping for more background music. Cheers.