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| The evening sky hovers over the busy streets of Manhattan below and I catch myself becoming lost in thought. The sounds of my heels click against the wood floor as I go to the cabinet where I keep my vodka and martini glasses. I had known you since our days in art school. You had just gotten back into the city after traveling to Europe for your art opening involving assemblage sculptures of nudes. After engaging in an early dinner at a new bistro in the Village where you had entertained me with travel stories and we had both laughed at our old college days. I had convinced you to come see my loft space and view some of my new paintings. The sun is setting and through the large windows, creates a pink haze on the white walls of my loft studio. I hear you say something about going to wash your hands in the bathroom. Noise from the city below bustles and I set 2 martini glasses on the formica countertop. They clink softly and I think about tomorrow's events; a trip to the spa and...
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