Dance in the Full Moon

O, the Frailty of Memory

Friday, January 22, 2010

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"Get out of my car!" she screamed and slammed on the brakes. He flipped the door open and sulked out. The tires squealed and she sped away as fast as the asphalt would take her. Tears blurred her vision as she tore his watch off her wrist.

He cursed like a sailor.
He neglected her.
He forgot what was important to her.
He burped.
He was crude.
He was lewd.
He was shamelessly flirtatious with other women.
He was a lack-luster lover.
He never clipped his toenails.
He was pushy.
He was emotionless.
He was missing a molar.
He had poor taste in music.
He had horrendous friends.
He was unfaithful.

She slammed on the brakes again, yelling monosyllabic, guttural, animal, and wild.
Why was she in front of his house?

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  1. This one seems lonely because it doesn't have a comment.

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