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She puts down her glass on the white linen tablecloth. She slides down down until her eyes are exactly level with the rim of the glass, resembling a sullen teenager in this oppulent restaurant. People are staring at her bad posture. And she is staring at him - he doesn't like that. He doesn't like that in a nice suit with a silk tie. The tie is silk, her skirt is satin. The skirt and tie are different values of the same hue. She doesn't like that, the matching. She thinks it's obscene. She doesn't know how she feels about the man at all, or why he chose that skirt. He looks around, completely exasperated. "This," he thinks, "is not the time or place. This is a nice restaurant." "This," she thinks, "is not the time or place. This," she thinks, "is a nice restaurant."
He wonders why her bones are made of rubber. Why can't she sit up straight? He realizes with a small breath of air that she will always be part rubber. He grasps her skin and rubber hand on the table top and pulls his arm back with gentle pressure. She slides up in her seat, with minimal friction because the skirt is made of satin. She appreciates that he understands that her bones are made of rubber. She appreciates that he picked the skirt for minimal friction. She feels a rush of love for his colorblind eyes. "Maybe," she thinks, "he didn't realize the color of the skirt. Only realized that it would be good for my flexible bones."
She removes her hand from the table top, and her eyes squint in a small way when the corners of her mouth move up up up. She puts her hand on her stomach to feel the fetus and probes it with gentle pressure to check for the flexibility of its bones.
He wonders why her bones are made of rubber. Why can't she sit up straight? He realizes with a small breath of air that she will always be part rubber. He grasps her skin and rubber hand on the table top and pulls his arm back with gentle pressure. She slides up in her seat, with minimal friction because the skirt is made of satin. She appreciates that he understands that her bones are made of rubber. She appreciates that he picked the skirt for minimal friction. She feels a rush of love for his colorblind eyes. "Maybe," she thinks, "he didn't realize the color of the skirt. Only realized that it would be good for my flexible bones."
She removes her hand from the table top, and her eyes squint in a small way when the corners of her mouth move up up up. She puts her hand on her stomach to feel the fetus and probes it with gentle pressure to check for the flexibility of its bones.