nice bit of writing here and a very cool song
He followed her into the apartment and scanned the room. She was looking at him, seemed amused by his presence. He tried to read her eyes, they looked greener today, but maybe that was just because of the color of her sweater; he was distracted.
He had come on a whim. If the train hadn’t been an express, he would have gotten off at the first stop, but now he found himself staring at the stains on her dirty carpet. They seemed out of character. She got him a beer from the fridge and started flipping through her record collection, “ordered alphabetically by decade” she said, not without some pride. After she found what she was looking for, he observed her perform the ritual of putting on a record with great care. The inner sleeve slid out, the smooth vinyl a perfect black sun carefully balanced between two fingers, the…
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