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.....smoke lifted into the hanging lights above, moving with the deep plucking of bass strings. He sat in a corner, alone, waiting. Ice cubes struck the sides of glass, rearranging them themselves as he swirled his drink against the destressed wood of the table.... The sound of heals broke the melodic rhythms within the room. His eyes glanced up. She stood before him, her long grey trench coat still beading from rain. Have you got it? Yes. she replied.... Ive brought THAT.
Posted on: Sun, 10 Nov 2013 15:40:15 +0000

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