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| misstree |
they fluttered drunkenly around the light under the pool table like background noise. clumsy and dusty and dull, we amused ourselves by knocking them out of the air with our pool cues. the corpses were left on the table as additional hazards, reminding us that not a bumper was straight, that there was not an inch of the table that was level. grins and idle conversations as everything slowly was covered with moth dust, as our clothes were quietly eaten. funny that such a small detail should be the hinge for so much memory. (not the same moth wars as realistic_optimist mentioned elsewhere; for him, this was round 2.) |
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