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:: Monday, January 05, 2004
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Volcano
She's bored.
It's late afternoon now and she's here under duress anyway (his friends, not hers) and the promised timeframe of one hour has long since passed. She plays with the sugar dispenser, loosening the top. She imagines the next person to pick it up, turn its snout towards their coffee cup, and pictures the avalanche of sugar that will pour forth, leaving a white volcano melting into the brown liquid.
:: Fretting 4:06 PM [+] ::
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