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she remembers being in Santa Monica.
at June' house.
the cool pad. the one closer to the beach with a garden - not just a balcony.
June used to let kristen DJ a lot because June was half in love with her. it happened a lot and kristen was accustomed to it, but she needed it so much, she didn't try to just thwart it away like usual. in fact, nyc Lyndsey had said "look, you're alone. you're depressed. you're losing your mind. she lives right around the corner from you. here is her fucking number. call her bitch. I love you."
it was in the early 2000s
you remember those times I'm sure.
she called June they fell in friend love.
they were lit up.
they worked father's office on Montana and some numbered street in santa monica and the burgers were good.
June's New York lawyer friend who was older was in town and kristen was showing off so she flirted and the spark connected and later they were at June's
a friend of a friend or a law interviewee - someone they had to be cool around. mark was always working. June worked a lot but not nearly nearly as much. mark almost needed a page to take the armor off each night and another battle the next day.
the film industry.
June just kept making money
and generating bullshit.
the way you do when you're a bankruptcy lawyer
so the kid was in June's Santa Monica apartment and kristen started the game she used to play because she was tipsy. the kid was much younger than her but from a great school she recalls.
"so we all have archetypes. like a drug. like a god that resonates with you. let's all think who we think we are and then for each other guess what we think they are."
for some reason, she goes to him. she's the master of ceremonies. June has a white grand piano in the apartment. she's rich. the kid will be rich.
Kristen says something like "I know you'll think I'm Athena. she's my fave, and it's ok. - or maybe Hera because I'm in this relationship with the popular god, and I'm the harpy." she smiled and looked at him and shrugged.
he looks at her like someone who knows what he's talking about.
"actually, you are Aphrodite to me...."
she looked at him startled.
in the eye.
it fascinated her he saw that.
the song she wanted to play came on, "... in this tedious march of the few..."
they continued.
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