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We sat around a table, eating marble slab ice cream.

She wore her wings around her neck and you sat with a smile.

We gazed about taking in the scenery.

“Ooo, he’s cute,” you looked as though you’d never seen something so fine in your life.

“I’d throw’em to the sharks,” Charolette turned to get a look for herself.

“Wow,” my eyes widened.

You laughed nearly losing your ice cream.

“I’d let’em go,” she laughed, “you know like Titanic, ‘I’ll never let go Jack.’ That? Yeah well I’d let his a*s go.”

“That’s so wrong,” I couldn’t help but laugh

“What about him?” you pointed to another guy.

“We’d make small talk and maybe let him go,” she was serious.

“Small talk?” my pistachio ice cream nearly came out of my nose.

“Yeah, conversation and then I’d…” she’d paused looking towards the floor, “Sorry I spit some of my ice cream out and I was making sure it didn’t get on me.”

We laughed hysterically.

You were already horse.

“I’d keep the guy from the restaurant.”

“Who the gay waiter?” she looked at you odd, I had to laugh.

“No, the guy in the brown?” you bit your bottom lip.

Charolette made a pre-orgasmic cry.

And I nodded in agreement.

Laughter over came us.

We judged the next few guys that passed, before deciding that it was time to go.

We didn’t want to miss Emilio’s art show.

He was Charolette’s macho.

- Memory as noted by Sage.

“Somewhere between unsure and a hundred…”

• The Fray

I don’t exactly know what’s going on… I’m trying my damnedest to hold on to Tress Amigas.

But you were pushing us away.

Almost to the point that Charolette and I had no idea what was going on and wondering what we’d done to deserve your distance.

Maybe it was a defense. Whatever it was sucked, a lot. And really needed to come to an end.

- Memory as noted by Jenelise

Sage and that goddamned shoe! I was sick of it, and she really needed to know that. But I didn’t want to piss her off.

But now it was starting to piss me off.

The smallest thing would have she’d swinging that damn thing at me.

F**k man…

It hurt…

A lot…

And Sage seemed think that a good remedy would be to, “Get over it.”

I wanted to just let it go, but not when my knee was still on fire thirty minutes later.

- Memory as noted by Charolette