Monday, November 19, 2007

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Stick slowly reached his arm over and placed it around Tracy’s shoulders. She seemed somewhat surprised but let herself sink into him after he did so.

“I’ve always kind of like you too,” she said.

Stick smiled and lightly brushed his lips against her temple. He breathed in the scent of her hair. It was quite strange, smelling strangely chemical. It seemed as though this world was bathed in unnatural substances, he wondered how these people survived it.

She turned her head and slowly faced him. He kissed her gently on the cheek. As she brought her face up to meet his he was suddenly aware of a knocking on the glass window of the projection booth behind him.

Tracy pulled away abruptly and stood up.

“I have to get back to work,” she said apologetically, “after the movie come and find me and maybe we can continue when I get off of work.”

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