Oct 28, 2001
For ever
We kiss to shut him up and shut him out.
‘How long has it been… ten?’
‘Twelve. Twelve years,’ I say. It seems like for ever. I watch him lift his champagne. I grip my beer.
// Salon and saloon… how appropriate //
The flute tilts towards me, we softly tap our glasses.
*ching*
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