Monkey banged into the table leg. The box hesitantly tipped over, shortening its shadow. Small waves of wine sieved through the table cloth.

"That fucking dog."

We laughed, watching our evening sink into the carpet.

We were too high to be drinking anyway.

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Galen almost 9 years ago

Laughed. Quite loudly. I love the Haiku-ish rhythm of the first three sentences.

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