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Natanya met me at the train station. Evening sky street lamps sickly yellow. I was beginning to wonder if she'd show or if her old man became awkward and she couldn't come. But she came with an overnight bag and her hair covered in a scarf to keep out the damp air. She smiled when she saw me didn't think you'd come she said. Thought your old man might have caused trouble I said. He only asked where I was going and I said to see Peters & Lee in concert. Did he ask who with? I said. I told him I was meeting a friend she said. People passed us by up the stairs we bought tickets to London and got the train. We sat next to each other what if people see us who know you and tell your old man? I said. She smiled you worry too much Benny she said and kissed me on the lips. The train went off the evening sky darkening the lights on the train showing our joint reflections in the windows of the train. I was sitting next to a woman older than I was maybe her final fling or that kind of thing.
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Jun 5, 2017
Jun 5, 2017 at 2:29 PM UTC
THE NIGHT OUT 1975
Natanya met me at the train station. Evening sky street lamps sickly yellow. I was beginning to wonder if she'd show or if her old man became awkward and she couldn't come. But she came with an overnight bag and her hair covered in a scarf to keep out the damp air. She smiled when she saw me didn't think you'd come she said. Thought your old man might have caused trouble I said. He only asked where I was going and I said to see Peters & Lee in concert. Did he ask who with? I said. I told him I was meeting a friend she said. People passed us by up the stairs we bought tickets to London and got the train. We sat next to each other what if people see us who know you and tell your old man? I said. She smiled you worry too much Benny she said and kissed me on the lips. The train went off the evening sky darkening the lights on the train showing our joint reflections in the windows of the train. I was sitting next to a woman older than I was maybe her final fling or that kind of thing.
A YOUNG MAN AND THE OLDER WOMAN 1975
TerryCollett
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Jun 5, 2017
Jun 5, 2017 at 2:29 PM UTC
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