Friday - when I long for random hours in the coffeeshop.
As she blew across the surface of the mug, the steam from her cup of tea rose up to curl her bangs. She watched her drop her head back in laughter and then reach forward to touch his hand, a small moment, an intimacy shared. She smiled wryly. How unexpected – her brother, the pick-up artist.
Friday, December 16, 2005
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I love that you were an avid Tryster. I was, when I first interned in DC. I totally loved that place. I went there after the bar exam when I was there (when we met!) and I nearly cried. I love Tryst.
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