she asks me,
as i lower
the game on the tv.
what?
these shoes.
i can't decide on the red,
or white.
i can take
them back, i still have
the receipts.
she walks over
in front of me,
blocking the screen
and sticks
her leg out.
ummm. either one is good.
i motion with my
hand for her
to slide a little to one
side
so that i don't miss
the next play.
what about black, i tell,
pretending interest.
black?
sure.
okay, she says.
i'll get black.
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