Seated side by side
She laughed
In all the right places
Watching his face as he
Ran
With the kite of her
Attention
Caught in the breeze of
His enthusiastic accounts of
motorcycles
She probed like a
Detective
Looking for clues to the root of his
Fascination
And with her mousy hair
Her conventional
Glasses
And her gray pullover
She was never more
Beautiful
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