:hit AUTO return:
there sure are a lot of Questions.
a matchbox of modern maxims / solar anus:
whenever she caught a whiff of earnestness, she knew it was doublespeak. or something worse. she went to college, to be sure.
upon closer reading, he discovered a close reading was unnecessary. so he read it again.
while pursuing an exit, he became absorbed in the muzak. it was quite bright, also warm. a vacation.
these are the golden days, there aren't any others. it makes her sick and it is the only reason for continuance.
he couldn't focus on more than the pictures. it helped if they were moving.
"but i'm just not so sure that our guy is going anywhere."
how naive i once was, he thinks. how naive he is, she thinks.
he spelled out her name with his body. what's in a name, she wondered.
through the nonsense, a door buzzer announces the next guest. only, after some time, no one arrives. it must have been the wrong address.
and still he is asking the wrong questions. at least for the desired results.
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