A garland of unfortunate inconsiderations decorated the hallway. A fuse strung between us, that ran all the way through the local Chinese restaurant. Accidental racism was the deadly spark at dinner. The conversational calm before the weird berserker storm was strained and unaware. A controlled walk was all that was left. She leapt out of the car during the short drive home. The seat belt smashed the window. The rest of the trip was an exercise in cold fusion execution.
8:20 p.m. - 2015-11-26
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