I can only ever speak in vague terms and generalities these days. Wheels spinning and waves churning that can't be put down in defined terms. A warm night and a missed phone call. The pool hall at two am and driving back I stop at the diner. The tan and brown vinyl booth seats are the same and the short stools that line the counter. I never came
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