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I am at the bus stop early in this evening. I want to stretch out on the concrete sidewalk and indulge in the quietness and the sun. I watch lazy bike riders and bored children on front porches. Today the wind would have been perfect had I been kissed the night before.
I am going to a friends house to eat some cold pizza.
I hate pizza. I love my friend.

We sit on her balcony enjoying the breezes and laughing. She pokes herself into her apartment and comes back with a strawberry cooler and two glasses.
"I only have this one, but I thought it would be a nice treat," she smiles.
She opens the cap as she looks across the road at the park. "No one is even there tonight."
"Got a big cup that has a lid?" I ask.
"Yeah," she says.
"Let's go," I say back.

We sat in the grass that was a little too long and yellow in some areas from the constant treading across it.
We lounged and shared the cooler out of a blue sports bottle.
We felt deliciously wicked.
I love my Sunday evenings.

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themindofwilliam said…
I'm sure the kiss was there, it was just waiting to be claimed.
Monday, 28 June 2004 at 07:57:00 GMT-4
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