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Sep 2019
She poked the alligator with a thin stick. Just enough to annoy it. A drunk man with a camera asked if he could take pictures of us. We both smiled. Posed a little in our chairs. He was from Northern Alabama and went on about a restaurant neither of us knew. There was heavy humidity. I had a sweat salt mustache. The back of my head was wet.
Written by
J Walton  F/Close to the toe, LA
(F/Close to the toe, LA)   
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