After Midnight coffee, Alice casually slipped the steeple into the pocket of her Lucky jeans. Balthazar would say it was a folly to have coffee at midnight. Alice saw it as her folly; she would let him wear her emerald mauve mascara, again.
She fondled the slopes of the steeple listening to murmuring him's.
submitted at 6:32pm
9 January 2011
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