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Name on a napkin
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Syd,

Preacher’s 10:15pm--be careful, scrawled hastily in bloated green ink as it seemed to spill and blur into the spots of translucent grease. Syd crumpled the napkin and took a sip of her Cherry Coke as she stared out the window; cars dragged plumes of dust as they sped by; the sky bled hues of glorious indigo and fiery orange in the gloaming; darkness would ensue, soon so soon she’d see him again.

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