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He had brought the Mahler 5th and a bottle of wine. He sat in her dim lit lounge on her white sofa. She put the Mahler on her hi-fi, poured two glasses of wine. He gazed around the room: the paintings, low brow, a few photos of her family. She entered with the glasses of wine and put them down on the table. The music unfolded in the room. She sat beside him picking up a glass. He sipped his wine. They lay back together and kissed. She talked of her son a police officer. He talked of the psychology of ***** and the ****** revolution. They drained their glasses. She drew the curtains. They undressed ready for bed. The third movement of the symphony began; the theme familiar inside his head.
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Mar 5, 2018
Mar 5, 2018 at 2:15 PM UTC
Evening Out 1974
He had brought the Mahler 5th and a bottle of wine. He sat in her dim lit lounge on her white sofa. She put the Mahler on her hi-fi, poured two glasses of wine. He gazed around the room: the paintings, low brow, a few photos of her family. She entered with the glasses of wine and put them down on the table. The music unfolded in the room. She sat beside him picking up a glass. He sipped his wine. They lay back together and kissed. She talked of her son a police officer. He talked of the psychology of ***** and the ****** revolution. They drained their glasses. She drew the curtains. They undressed ready for bed. The third movement of the symphony began; the theme familiar inside his head.
TerryCollett
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Mar 5, 2018
Mar 5, 2018 at 2:15 PM UTC
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