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By scqueen Date: 2001 Jul 25 Comment on this Work [[2001.07.25.16.56.30986]] |
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Scrunched down in an overstuffed chair, chin in palms, I watched a tube of lipstick roll out of her purse. The partygoers laughed and schmoozed, talked and ate, came and went. I couldn't look away from that silver roll containing the color of the kiss that she smeared on him. I couldn't look away from the spot it rested between a table leg and a crinkle in the carpet. I couldn't look away until she walked off without something that belonged to her. |