'Wanna do some dirty dancing?' Dree asked, 'You know, just like we used to?' No-one replied. Dree sighed and said 'right I forgot, you died.'
He walked back to the kitchen, lit a cigarette and looked for some coffee. He couldn't find no coffee, so he figured he must have run out a couple of days ago.
He watched the clock ticking and tacking time away and stared at it - inhaled - exhaled - and that was that again. No use for healthy lungs when you don't have no one to share your breath with, he thought and wrote it down on the fridge.
'Gee, wouldn't it have been fun to have danced a little
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