Last night I’m buying take-out from this place in the old/former neighborhood. I double park across the street from where I need to be and I wait for traffic to go by, this particular traffic is caused by Mike the Plumber.
“Hey, Tim!”
“Hey, Mike”
Need an assistant? No, No, No don’t ask that. I should like the job I have. I should. ….I could. …I would if…
I just left it at Hey Mike. I truly didn’t know I missed the old crew as much as I do. It’s been over seven years. It must be an itch or something.
fWOT?
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fLike fZelda and fffscott Fitzgerald
was Bbutton his scripted, unconditional
doomed love
toward his doomed dove
his immortal love
typed
scorned
discarded
was...
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