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I grabbed her by her waist on one side and slung one her of arms across my shoulders by the back of my neck and we stumbled down towards the sound of the beach hoping to catch the last ferry back. One problem with this was that the whole town sounded of the beach and we found ourselves walking in a circle. There were birds everywhere and even one seagull swooped down to pick a fight with my shoelace and she laughed from my chest and started to suck of the patch of her drool gathered on my sweater. From there she started to sing and her voice echoed through my ribcage and curved to the center of my back. It was a sweet song and in the heat of the whiskeys, my chest was undressed and I could feel even the little cells my lungs become unattached and synchronize with the vibrations of the low bass to start to stir up some noise wanting to escape from me.

She stopped walking or really, she stopped helping me walk her and she grabbed the bench and she asked me to sit down with her. We crashed and splayed like the waves on to that bench and we found ourselves lying down under a moon so big I wanted to throw a rock at it. She laughed. She must’ve heard my thoughts somehow and she said that I couldn’t throw a rock high enough to hit the moon, I’d probably end up getting hit on the head with it, or worse my face, she worried about my face, and she placed her thumbs to meet at the bridge of my nose. Her palms felt cold on my cheeks.

I don’t think we’re going to make it back tonight, I told her. She said it was okay and she wanted to be here and maybe kiss a little and maybe smoke a cigarette and maybe try to pry some secret out of me. If we do those things, she said, we won’t be that cold. I don’t have any cigarettes, I told her, and she brought two fingers up to her lips and mimed a lit cigarette and she blew her foggy breath at the top of my head and into my hair. Now tell me something about you, she said, and she placed two fingers on my lips and I inhaled and blew out into the cold air all the secret things that’s been stirring up in my lungs:

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