Isit playing with my little disco ball earrings: they shine little spots into dark corners and I am completely engrossed. So engrossed in fact, that I don't notice the waitier asking me what I want to drink until he pokes me between the shoulder blades.
"Huh? Oh, just some apple juice...and do you have some graham crackers?" He walks off shaking his head. "Just wait," I think. "The night is young."
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But all the while I sit and think of times there were before
I listen for returning feet and voices at the door
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