What, to be inspired, by a word or a touch on the cheek, is there a burning?
A criminal sits on the shoulder of the thin wood road, sits in the burning red dust, sits scratching at his collar, sits and shifts uncomfortably, from time to time, sways from side to side. His name is his own and his waiting. Around nightfall a powder blue truck comes
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By the way. I know we're not really friends yet. But can I crash your wedding?
-Cat
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(Aaron's friend.)
(One time we had lunch.)
(Another time we had a discussion over at "coolstatistics.")
(Still other times we were at the same parties.)
(I have red hair.)
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