Tales From The Speed Date, I

Slippers on. Curtains for Verona, kid. Bright as all beacons today. Keys, keys: should put little motorized feet on the keys, all scamper across the apartment. Kafka had a bouncing ball, knowing, of course, it would lead to children show sing-a-longs. To meet and greet: Diplomats on Speed Negotiate. My country this, your country that. Little knobs under the desk. Might as well be chewing gum. Self-contained vs. rambly vs. socio-economic hooplah vs. cocky or as the Madre says swaggery vs. woman secretly in costume. Michael Palin's Glittersuit. Interviews. Telly. Cold shoulder to old hugs, best friend, all the pictures, still in the same apartment. There's the escapee, tower guards. Lights on her. Roof access. Trash bag over the albums, rain-safe. Abbey Road over the ugly, comrades! Pistachios over the edge!

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