The general straightened his tie, ran a hand through his thinning hair. There was a press conference to attend, a public to assure.
He saddled up to the bar and ordered, a smile plastered.
He touched her hair and she smiled in the same way.
I guess it's all really the same.
Monday, June 1, 2009
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