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smoke climbs up lazily from your cigarette and you gaze mindlessly across the table. our eyes meet; the misplaced spark jumps from green plastic in your hand.

"we are simply caught between the greedy hunger of yes yes yes and the bitter pinpricks of no no no," you tell me.

i sound my response with an invented cough; the waiter puts it out with a frosty glass of water.

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