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 A Working Girl

   The lady of the night is there just as we walk in.  She uses a phone to
make a call to someone.  So the lonely man can have some one to dance with.
She only takes nothing but cash.  She does indeed hide well.  Behind a high
sited chair.  Her nipples are hard and shooting out.  She sits so close to
the door.  With Mr.  Winter out there and her body only half dressed.  The
cold air makes everyone very much aware that winter is still here.

   I sit there at a little table having one drink in front of me.  I am
thinking it would be nice to have a little snack.  Something like a
pretzels or even pop corn.  It would also be sweet to have a candle so I
can see as I sit here and write on this napkin.

   As the last call is yelled, so many run to the bar.  Some even begin to
head out the door, in hopes to miss the crowds of all the cars.  I can see
them stumble and fall.  I just pray they make it home safe.

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