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We're in Las Vegas in a club—think Studio 54—and the guy who keeps buying me drinks has asked me to marry him. He's wearing a t-shirt and jeans—so it can't actually be Studio 54—and his t-shirt has the number 7 on it, like a sports jersey, only th
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Vegas is turning out to be my kind of town. Easy money, free booze, and everyone is too overstimulated to realize I’m broadcasting right into their noggins.
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Erased. Like chalk across my body,
a fine powder of forgetfulness,
with a few swipes --- all those names
and faces, gone. The letters burned.
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