Sunday, January 31

Big City Cyclical

Big City Cyclical
Intrepid intern Kip Calvin reviews his choice in women.

Sometimes, when I’m talking to Miranda, when she is twisting her hair and she is chewing her gum. I get a feeling, something of an inclination, that maybe I’d be having a much better time watching a freshly painted wall.

It isn’t so much the things that she says, but the way that she says them; I just cannot find a way to justify the time I spend in her company.

We went for a meal one Friday, an expensive Italian place. I told her about my artwork, she didn’t like the way I wore my tie.

Later that night, we slept together and then arranged to meet up again the next week.

Sometimes, when I’m talking to Miranda…

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