[If it makes him feel better to say it and hear it back. Larry steps out of the car. The windows are rolled down so the car stays on. He turns up the sound just a little more. The ditty keeps on going he tries not to look so eager. Compared to fucking what the hell is a dance?
Lawrence Dimick hasn't had a long history of dancing with gents. Bama loved this song. She would sing into her hair brush or on those nights when she took the wheel it would be her Donna Summer tape playing. Isn't it nice how all the positive things surface with enough time and not the screaming or busted bottles.
He waits until Freddy meets him on the passenger side. They've got the car blocking the street and behind them is the mural. Shadows are all around. The nearest street light is at the corner. Private is what you'd call it.]
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[If it makes him feel better to say it and hear it back. Larry steps out of the car. The windows are rolled down so the car stays on. He turns up the sound just a little more. The ditty keeps on going he tries not to look so eager. Compared to fucking what the hell is a dance?
Lawrence Dimick hasn't had a long history of dancing with gents. Bama loved this song. She would sing into her hair brush or on those nights when she took the wheel it would be her Donna Summer tape playing. Isn't it nice how all the positive things surface with enough time and not the screaming or busted bottles.
He waits until Freddy meets him on the passenger side. They've got the car blocking the street and behind them is the mural. Shadows are all around. The nearest street light is at the corner. Private is what you'd call it.]