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Sonya sleeps. She sleeps like a child, mouth slightly open, thumb on her lower lip. Benny watches her as he stands at the window, looking at her her body, how it lies there in a fetal fashion. Last night they made love a couple of times. Each time like a first time ever. Sometimes they have made love and it seemed after as if they never. He sips the coffee he has made, looks away from her, looks out at the Parisian street below. People walk past going to a job or shopping or to meet a lover or mind a child. He looks at the buildings opposite; they have balconies, French balconies. 3O years ago Nazis were probably riding these streets, probably looking for Jews or thinking of home, or *** or food or drink. Sonya turns over; her body now stretched out, her neat ***** resting under the covers. He loves her; they are lovers.
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Sep 2, 2017
Sep 2, 2017 at 3:56 AM UTC
SONYA SLEEPS 1973.
Sonya sleeps. She sleeps like a child, mouth slightly open, thumb on her lower lip. Benny watches her as he stands at the window, looking at her her body, how it lies there in a fetal fashion. Last night they made love a couple of times. Each time like a first time ever. Sometimes they have made love and it seemed after as if they never. He sips the coffee he has made, looks away from her, looks out at the Parisian street below. People walk past going to a job or shopping or to meet a lover or mind a child. He looks at the buildings opposite; they have balconies, French balconies. 3O years ago Nazis were probably riding these streets, probably looking for Jews or thinking of home, or *** or food or drink. Sonya turns over; her body now stretched out, her neat ***** resting under the covers. He loves her; they are lovers.
A COUPLE IN PARIS IN 1973.
TerryCollett
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Sep 2, 2017
Sep 2, 2017 at 3:56 AM UTC
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