Rocket Market

Early Thurs. morning. Me: sexy Italian, brown and white leather Mary Jane. You: Large. Green. Loogie. On my way to work, I ran in quickly to grab the new Inlander. You, waiting in the semi-darkness. Unexpectedly, we connected. I can only guess at your provenance: Runner? Biker? Delivery man? I can't stop thinking about you. You've left your mark on my sole.

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