'what is the difference between a toreador and a matador' she asks
'about fifteen minutes at gas mark five' I reply
we have followed the wall to it's conclusion
and stand in the open looking uphill
'no really'
'how would I know I don't eat lobster'
she says I have changed
as she sits down
pushing the comforts across the table
so has she
these things are never easy
word gets around
ceiling fans turn
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