It was a long weekend. Longer without Pretty.
Saturday morning I woke up with a bad back. I said to the bad back, "I can't remember bringing you home last night."
Bad back said, "But you did, Sir. But you did."
I went to the city. Bad Back insisted on coming.
Went to a party. Didn't see Pretty there for the first half hour. Everybody was awkward and wanted to talk about 'football' with me.
They weren't really talking about 'football'. There was a whole new conversation fluttering above.
Weak End ends.
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