Any kind of opportunity

May 28, 2010

Warm me up, she said. I didn’t ask for air conditioning in this car.

He took a solid drag off his cigarette, let the smoke loose in the air. He shook his head. I know what I want when I see it, he said.

She laughed, because that’s how she’d been trained. But it was icy laughter, the kind so brittle it breaks if you give it any kind of opportunity.

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