Bell-bottoms, a snowy
Pittsburgh road, a lean
brunette with dark eyes
dating a tall stalwart artsy
fellow. They speak in the
muffled tone that only
an old video cassette could
offer. Walking with purpose
down a sidewalk, nondescript book tucked
under one arm, each
other tucked under the
other arm, the film hastens
to its conclusion, winding
down, spreading across
cobblestone streets, just
one of those stories.
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