An Unwillful God Came To Town
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The second half began to swelter in the heat. The end was near as the nest of bees lain in the shroud. Jesse saw the whole thing on his phone, scattered pieces of our love flinging south and seaside. Herbert was unwelcome in his perch but still he watched, unrelenting in his gaze. Delbert was the designated referee for the match point that would decide the winner. The winner. A quick look. Each time, you looked away. Why did it hurt me so? He said it was l**t and love mixed up in a stained glass pitcher. I say it was only l**t. He says, no, it was love and love alone that counted against the record of the Ancients. Delay the remand of the love and you shall be doomed to repeat the past day forever. And here I sit, rolling through the day again and again, over and over it plays and rewinds the day to play again, then rewind the night. If I had a presentation of the riches he gave me, you would not believe it for a minute or even a second. He nickel and dimed the deal every time he spoke of revenge. He never had a chance to redeem the coupon at the head shop. He always forget the coupon, wadded up in a ball that he tried to slam dunk. He was a man, through and through. All muscle, all sinew. The time had come to realize that the day had ended and the night had begun a long, tumultuous road that was unpaved in several places, a good sixty miles of it.
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