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Viewing the local antiquities

 
 
I knew her when. 
The blinds were drawn, but the windows were open against the heat.

We could hear the chat of neighbors, not six feet away, out on their deck; starting the grill, calling the children to order, as they played in the street.

We too were quiet: Except for our gasps, and our laughter: the slap slap slap of our flesh: and faint squelching.

Then, I could pray, and I prayed every night: "Please, take care of Lan."

I got lucky, and she came in my bed.

She'd be thirty-four now. Her son would be six.

A MILF.

When I'm sixty, I'll call her.

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>> posted by John Psmyth • 8/30/2004 06:13:00 PM •  2 comments

2 Comments:

As for the acronym expansion -- you could be right, at that.

By Blogger John Psmyth, at August 31, 2004 5:26 PM  

Thanks for sharing that John.

By Blogger Jenn, at September 02, 2004 9:54 AM  

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