Incense burning in the gathering shadows of the living room. Bill Monroe and the Bluegrass Boys on the stereo playing "Blue Moon of Kentucky". Exchanging text message insults with my best friend via my mobile phone.
Outside the road has fallen silent for the first time since this morning.
The only way it could be any better than this would be if you were here in the flesh and not leaving till tomorrow.
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Five cents per text message?
250 free per month on my tariff.
Though I still manage to use 'em all.
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