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Posts tagged ‘The Gulf’

seven months in the gulf

A perfect young man slides into a spare seat and connects his laptop and iphone and ipod and earphones - his girlfriend is looking at her palm, there must be a phone in there somewhere - they do not speak. Every now and then he tosses back his long hair and rakes his fingers through the curls, he has a stain on the back of his shirt.

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