The slight wink and stretch of an arm in an audience filled with sad people, and happy people, and people you don't really care to ask about their day. You roll your eyes at the beauty on your right who keeps asking you how you're doing, if your name has changed, not about the girl on your arm or the woman you're making love to. I don't know how to approach her. I just know where we sit and stand and all that in the middle.
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