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and she prattled on like a knight in a shining armor but it was really so pathetic. everyone laughed while she blindly waived her lance like it would wound even a pony.
and then it ended.
it was starlite and hi-lo's
she went there directed by Lance's desire to see the Starlite.
She hadn't known
that would be riddled with you
and your fucking skin molecules and lung air
fuck you
fuck you
you
you
you
ewe
and so she drifted through the somewhat cool wares of the starlite steeling herself for the inevitable question knowing one of them needed to pee, they could all use a beer, and there was a cool noteworthy pub nearby
"but imagine if he were there at 2pmET? imagine what he would think seeing me. I know it's fucking stupid like the arboretum was. but fuck. I'll go. you know I'll go, but it's what I feel."
"We can pee and get a drink at jittery joes. besides, Clare left her credit card at the Globe like you did at Carolina beach. it's going to be ok. you don't have to do it."
"I love you but I don't want that to sound messy."
"you know I know."
god
fuck
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