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Elevator row, you named the clouds
By the elevators you named a cloud like it was a neighbour and then laughed at yourself before I could. We were both waiting on a pickup that was late. You had a clipboard and a sunburn in the shape of a cap you had taken off too soon. The truck came. You got in someone else’s. Or your own. I did not sort that out.
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