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Sep 2018
After a passionate night,
she asked me to drop her off
at the job. I pulled up to the curb
and watched her step out
into the drizzle. I gazed
at her hips as she strolled
to the door, but the car behind me
blew its horn. The reality
brought me back to Earth.
Our date had ended.

-Ron Gavalik
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Ron Gavalik
Written by
Ron Gavalik  Pittsburgh, PA
(Pittsburgh, PA)   
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