Across the street, a dark cell phone raised
over her white strapped tank top and blue running shorts,
walking up and down the block, her footsteps as deliberate
as a horse after a warm up sprint & her voice in a kind of
staccato trot, equally firm & deliberate:
"He's cute. They are friends but not 'real' friends."
The chase. The chase. Forever the chase.
Stephen Vincent
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