The Kiss

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  “Ryabovitch pulled the bed-clothes over his head, curled himself up in bed, and tried to gather together the floating images in his mind and to combine them into one whole. But nothing came of it. He soon fell asleep, and his last thought was that someone had caressed him and made him happy—that something extraordinary, foolish, but joyful and delightful, had come into his life. The thought did not leave him even in his sleep. When he woke up the sensations of oil on his neck and the chill of peppermint about his lips had gone, but joy flooded his heart just as the day before.” The Kiss By Anton Chekhov (1860–1904)

Based on a true story

(dedication: to my teens)

There's this sign
At this place
I go to put gas in my car.
It says, like,
''Open 6 a.m. to 12 p.m."
They used to stay open till midnight.

There's this guy
Who owns this place
That sells me gas for my car.
The sign used to say, like, "12 a.m."
But some lady said that wasn't midnight,
So he changed it.

There's this lady
At this place
who takes my money for the gas.
My wifes, like,
"You can go home--it's 6:oo p.m."
But the lady's working till midnight.

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