I am in Hemingway right now and rather than pay any attention I am going to post. Up until now instead of paying attention I've been playing solitaire and working on my barricade plan. I am the best fire captain ever.
Last night Andy and I went out under the stars together with a couple beers and a planisphere. We learned about the Caf in the sky and the moonlight was bright and pale and magical. It was freezing cold out and the car was covered in slick shiny frost so we bundled up together inside it with our hands against the heat vents. It was our own special world inside that car under the big sweet moon, and for those short, sweet hours we star-crossed lovers were one.
The whole ride back I longed for Andy's free association dirty talk but we were out of that special place under the sky and I knew it would never be the same again. As Robert Frost once said, nothing gold can stay. Though our love was golden, it was fleeting, like nature's first green. However I will always cherish that one beautiful night we had together.
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