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One Night Stand He promises love instead of loving truly. She vows devotion with wandering eyes. Last ones standing, barely, at 3 a.m.. The bartender closes his register and counts receipts. The eyes say yes, no need for further pitching. It's the evening climax, and the thundering coda of this day awaits. On a squeaky bed, moans become divine ecstasy Oh god! Oh god! through a first, second, perhaps a third coming. A fair barter, two con artists earning their desires: for him, coupling like a mayfly till morning, for her, someone's back to run a finger across, for both, a warm place to sober up, and a merciful fading of names at dawn's light.