Sidewalk stories

Smoking in Your Car

I AM so sorry for the last weekend. I left you sleeping in your car/ at the rehearsal place – don’t want to ask – too afraid to know the fact. Put on some playing shoes a bit is apparently too dangerous if it concerns you. And I thought you were playful. I was wrong listening to my other brain. I should have replied to your message as soon as possible. Now my chance is flying high to other continent (although actually geographically that continent is only an hour drive from this city).

It's you and me

It's you and me.

We should meet again and smoke in your car as we were planning to do that night – the first time we met. Because that’s the only thing that I desire since we parted on the next morning. Yes, smoking in your car.

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