The apartment building almost seemed to lean over the freeway cloverleaf, or maybe it was the angle at which the freeway had been dug.
They met buzzed, and Craig wondered if her attraction would dissipate sober.
Someone moving out was using the elevator so he climbed five flights of stairs.
She had a Bowie tattoo he hadn’t noticed Saturday night, and her w…
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