Archive 34B

I kissed her in the cabin near the lake. She feigned sleep. I stopped. Half of me felt foolish and wanted to leave, the other half a dumb, mangy, hound sticking around the table long after the meal had been finished. I stayed. She was sweet with me when she told me the reasons it wouldn't work. I left. I listened to Elliot Smith down dark highways sadly, but I knew she was right. It wouldn't work.