jane chesterfields. date one. first motorcycle ride. black jacket. phone flips out of pocket, i laugh. should we eat here? he flips a smoke into his mouth, grimacing. i inquire. oh these are chesterfields, chesties. chesterfield lights. i take a drag, and memories of sitting on windowsills flood back, under this yellow light in a parking lot. 080602
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