Saturday, Aug. 14, 2004 - 9:54 a.m.
You peer into the bottom of your empty glass and wink at the standing boy making the universal want another? gesture. Leaning back into the table alive with chatter you try to catch up and work out where you are supposed to add laughter. Giggling eye contact affection is contagion through the room. You built up your immunity too long ago for memory. It�s ten p.m. on Friday night.
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