It's Now or Never!

By the time I'd set up in a little eaterie down the way—a few pencils, a box of stiffles and a brand new Lomax—even several of the ones I'd disappointed during an earlier occasion had made the quick trip in a shared wagon. They spared no effort to hide the fact that they were pretending. I'd never had it so good. But here I was on the precipice of lending my good name to an ancient struggle, one that I'm sure you would have heard of—if not for all the coverlets which offer minimal resistance. I'd offer a plea in place of my usual wan bequittals, bask in a service person's sullen enticements and offer a token of an old mood for the consideration of likely opponents. The jive at the table turns like a deliverable oxcart and now we're holding off before a decision to cling becomes irrevocable.

A green felt bonnet was left with a person near the door who's now retreated to a burglar's lair for a quick lunch. The time is nearing for us to choose one of our number to make a fantastic move. Most people have only read about this kind of thing. I helped an older woman to recover a found object from an absentee art exhibit. Some of the luminaries in attendance gave the impression that one or another of us failed to belong in an intimate sense. I broadcast the entire event live from a convertible in town. Even while the poorer ones looked askance at my collection, they had no choice but to attach themselves to a special container. Never have I felt so violated. But, you should know this: my voice held firm throughout the duration. It was no surprise to find my left hand creeping inside someone's shoe,.. yeah, it was the same old place—only bigger!

Now, as she's jotting down these notes (I've lost the use of my hands in the recent fire), I feel called upon to come up with a reason that it's taken this long to set things right. Could it have been my relationship with a trio of fallacious twins? That would explain only part of it, and not the least important part, if anyone cares. It's beyond ironic that her neck now looks so old. Most of us could count on the fingers of one hand the times we've wondered if our approach brought anyone into a circle of intrigue. That would make it even more delicious. They say that if you encourage relations between unqualified lifers, they'll see to it that the more you trade in your good looks the more you'll find ineluctable conspiracies unmoored in your very presence. It could keep you up at night. Alternatively, you could devise a clever work-around, and that might help you throw your voice to an obese dentist. It's now or never!

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