In a town like Long Island — rainy, dull and seaside-like — we’re
drunk, four of us, in a car driving round. One of our group is this
girl I used to hang with; she’s all tingly trashed warm now and needing
to pee ...
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Wor(d)s in Progress: from "Central Park"
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