i sat next to him on the plane
we talked about our love for our state
i switched planes
i sat next to him on the plane
he was unpleasant
he touched my leg
i tried to move
he followed me
in the elevator
i called
on the phone
i stayed
back
he left
i sat next to him on the plane
we talked about our never being able to leave
sad thing is
i did not catch his name
not the one who touched my leg
the one who chatted about our state
Sunday, December 14, 2008
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