not brunette, not so common as brown, but in that spectrum, lit underneath with a blonde light that isn't visible, but I perceive anyway. Which in turn leads me to remembering her - that winsome smile, that mocha skin, the hair a. When it rains like this - the soft, warm, early summer rain - I'm put in mind of The Garden of Words (the novelization, not the film), and various compositions of City Girl play in my ears. Not unlike the one I think of now as I watch the grey smoke float out into the lightly drizzling grey sky, barely visible against the raindrops and the grey skyscrapers I see periodically dotting the cityscape. My friend made sure of that: "In honor of busting your 25 year slump!" For that, I was thankful, but her beauty, like her smile, was rendered inauthentic, a window display of skin that I felt no attachment to. Relaxed enough that I was able to excuse myself to go outside and smoke. How I felt after? Well, nothing overly emotional. Instead, she gave me an overly bright, clearly fabricated smile and her assent. I told her, "Because if I don't see you in full light, you cease to exist." No doubt she found it odd, but she was not paid to question it. Linger over the details I will not - save that I insisted that she turn all the lights on, rather than the dim, romantic mood lighting she opted for. And so, passport dug out of a moving box I never got around to unpacking later, I found myself in an urban riot of people, noise, and smog - then to a small room with a likewise small lady whose services my friend had procured for me. But when I found myself unemployed, heartbroken, and with a modest but not minimal inheritance from my last living parent's passing, I said to hell with it. But my friend insisted, "Come to _ (he named a country known for its inexpensive intimate interludes)! It will change your life!" Like the protagonist of a hero's journey, I refused him. But to me, they're positively perfume to the twinned stench of sweat and physical union that seeps under the doorways of the establishment I and my friend are currently patronizing.
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