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[yuppie-trash.livejournal.com]

Minimalist attempt at entry.

Man. Suit. New York Times. Booth. J&B, rocks.

Humming.

(I’ve got a lovely bunch of coconuts
There they are all standing in a row
Big ones, small ones, some as big as your head
Give them a twist a flick of the wrist
That’s what the showman said )

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[beyond-therest.livejournal.com]

"Well, I didn't insist on having it this minute. I originally asked if I could have it when you finished."

[yuppie-trash.livejournal.com]

"No."

This conversation is going in circles. It does amuse.

[beyond-therest.livejournal.com]

Circles are good.

"No, I did insist on having it this minute or I can't have when you finish?"

[yuppie-trash.livejournal.com]

"Neither."

He wonders how long this can continue on before the urge (to sew her lips up) ignore her rises.

[beyond-therest.livejournal.com]

"Come on, I recycle. Don't you want to save the environment, so you can live to the full potential of your pathetic life. It'd be a shame for the world to miss out on your remarkble charm and good looks."

I doubt sewing her lips up would hurt half as much as this conversation or rather...just him.

[yuppie-trash.livejournal.com]

He shrugs, turns back to the newspaper.

[beyond-therest.livejournal.com]

"Well, can't say I didn't try. Till next time, then."

I walk off, eventually leaving for work.

[yuppie-trash.livejournal.com]

"Be careful."

He adds after her departure.