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archiveofarethusa) wrote2012-01-20 03:19 am
archiveofarethusa) wrote2012-01-20 03:19 am
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Plastic
Cliff remembers a chorus girl he loved long ago – remembers the plain gold band he slipped around her finger - the incorrect finger - as he told her, "The gold may be plastic, but what I feel will never be."
Years later, he'll look back on that day with smug male pride and think, Yeah, I totally had her number. He may even try to remember the girl's name.
And perhaps, continents apart, a girl named Lilah may tug at a chained plastic ring and smile, remembering the persistent little boy who made her realize early on she was gay.
Years later, he'll look back on that day with smug male pride and think, Yeah, I totally had her number. He may even try to remember the girl's name.
And perhaps, continents apart, a girl named Lilah may tug at a chained plastic ring and smile, remembering the persistent little boy who made her realize early on she was gay.