"Fascinating" is what I said to her. "Positively fascinating." Three glasses of wine and five cigarettes seemed so recent; almost as though I hadn't begun at all. And yet there it was, plain and sleek in the evening light, barely detectable through the long, off-white curtains which were always floating out in just such a way that I could not quite tell what it was. "I mean it simply isn't even boring at all." At those words she rose quite quickly and disappeared amongst a row of urns from which spouted rather illegal looking ferns. "Fascinating" I repeated to myself slumping forward to pour another glass of Rioja.

Fascinating

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Wednesday, September 3, 2008

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