their city saturday

A note, an indiscretion, an inconsolable otherhalf.

Scorned parlay, strained loyalties; low cries and recriminations.

I walked, driveway littered with torn hair and burnt omelette.

A strange day at the Safehouse Matsuzaki.

March 5, 2011

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March 14, 2011 / 8:41 pm
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