Sir Fric and Frac. Remember them?

Fric just called, said “We were swimming naked, a word I often use to characterize my falsehoods. I wasn’t looking when I came out of my laps and grabbed another human. I felt something strange but familiar.
To bring this up this late in the afternoon is totemic.”
I fell silent and wrote it all down.

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The love-it-’til it-bellows medium I write thru is about momentary truth-telling thru lies, especially. A range of conversation impressed into uncluttered opinion, dedicated sentences.

Proportioned asides.

A kitchen to heat pizza.
Wake up and work.