Never Make Me Cry

       They are sitting in a coffee shop in public. The walls are either white or glass. They are nearest the glass ones. They are not looking at one other. They are are looking at the glass. They are holding each other's arms. He is holding her arms between his thumb and index finger and she is holding his arms between her thumb and index finger. They are telling each other how in love they are, in Morse code. They are pinching one another out of dreams that they have convinced themselves they are having.
       A man walks past the window. He might as well be a season or something.

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