Look here. Replace someone from the news with somebody from a painting. Then replace take a photograph with write a little something. Then read.
I used to love her. The distant sadness behind her eyes. Every night she comes here. Every night a different man. Every night in that same seat by the door. Every night those same deep eyes catch me. I've come here to hide from this particularly still, silent night outside. But She brought that uneasy silence with her. I retreat to the comfort of the pool table to occupy my solitude. Someday I'll sit with her.
This is wholly unrelated, but I made a promise.
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