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The payphone is occupied. Another person, a man, a quirky man, hovers
around its perimeter; he closely resembles a jabberwocky.
"Excuse me, do you mind if I stare at you for a minute? I want to remember your face for my dreams."
Says the man. Though unquestionably a preternatural pariah, the mans behavior doesn't warrant any extreme action
on my part.
"OK, you can stand next to me as long as you don't talk about the temperature."
Soon enough, the man on the phone departs, allowing me to create a nice glass segway between myself and the man
who wants me in his dreams. I dial Vanessa's home number and while it rings think how nice it would be if the phone
booth windows were tinted, a nice dark tint.
"Hello?"
"Hey it's me?"
"Where are you?"
"I'm at home - you just now dialled my home number did you not?"
"Ah, right you are. OK then, what are you doing?"
"I've been giving piano lessons all day, I'm somewhat fatigued. Goddamn, all of them are such horrible talent,
with no enthusiasm. I really felt like slamming the lid down on the their little fingers today.
"So what's your story? Where are you?" Vanessa purposefuly changes tact.
"I'm in the city, and I was sitting here holding a cigarette, and I realised I'd rather be holding you."
My swift chat is really a disguise for my lonliness. The truth of the matter is I don't know Vanessa all that well,
I feel horribly empty inside. On some days I wish I was on that plain, were people were unclathed, and were required
only to be human and the love came as a given.
"That's very sweet, want me to let you in on a little secret."
"Sure I do." Who doesn't want to hear a secret....
"I'm not wearing anything right now." She had cheeky tone in her voice.
I glanced around, cupped the phone with my plam and lowered my voice.
"Shutup, really?"
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