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small irregular steps, like a little kid top-toeing towards a cookie jar, his jar a lonely lady buried in her latest ‘good read’ behind her now, his hands eclipse light, ‘guess who’ **** you’ she moans. his fat *** teeter-totters on the chairs face, his eyes catch her shut book, denoting a ****** title, laughing he jokes about windmill dunking it in the tableside wastebasket scoffing as she claws at the book, before 180 dunking it in her bag, which resembles a shelter for some petty, puny & pathetic dog she bibble babbles blah blah, his eyes entranced on her chest hoping the slightest bump will blast her ***** through her blouse like an airbag. distracted by bowels, he debates cutting cheese. gas leaks through a forest of *** hair. overpriced coffee odors mask the lingering stench as it floats like a boat through espresso & cappuccino airways; docking my attention to a tech boy blinded by his desktop. to infatuated to notice the pair of blushing blue eyes blessing him from a corner table. an old man at his starboard laughs as he clings to his cane like it’s the decaying hand of his deceased wife.
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Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 9:23 PM UTC
Coffee House Sketch
small irregular steps, like a little kid top-toeing towards a cookie jar, his jar a lonely lady buried in her latest ‘good read’ behind her now, his hands eclipse light, ‘guess who’ **** you’ she moans. his fat *** teeter-totters on the chairs face, his eyes catch her shut book, denoting a ****** title, laughing he jokes about windmill dunking it in the tableside wastebasket scoffing as she claws at the book, before 180 dunking it in her bag, which resembles a shelter for some petty, puny & pathetic dog she bibble babbles blah blah, his eyes entranced on her chest hoping the slightest bump will blast her ***** through her blouse like an airbag. distracted by bowels, he debates cutting cheese. gas leaks through a forest of *** hair. overpriced coffee odors mask the lingering stench as it floats like a boat through espresso & cappuccino airways; docking my attention to a tech boy blinded by his desktop. to infatuated to notice the pair of blushing blue eyes blessing him from a corner table. an old man at his starboard laughs as he clings to his cane like it’s the decaying hand of his deceased wife.
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Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 9:23 PM UTC
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