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A Daily Thought Waiting, relaxing, observing, perspiring Then, He was beside me. Talking a mile a minute about being late for work. My jaw had joined Margarete the trapeze artist who was Gossiping about a guy in the Velvet robe. I wondered where he worked. His gorgeous pin wheel brown eyes have a twinkle of lost beauty dancing in a field of popular lost tribal songs. I imagined tip toeing over to him and tugging on his lapel. He would be caught in a back flip while embracing me. I did not side step. He likes me. His story about being late for work was so engrossing, I wished he'd tell me Everything. Starting with his life story. No amount of caffeinated liquid soap would track his movements as quickly as I. Awkward, nervous, curious, exuberant. Too late-here comes the bus. Hindsight should be given out to people before they hurl in a basket of destiny.
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