Speaker Four: (tired and sitting sourly in an ill fitting sweater.)
This will be your best cup of the day.
Speaker one: (Looks at speaker four and crawls under a table.)
Sitting in the sun as people pass by, walking in time to the light beat, pages turn impatiently, tapping feet: This is a moment without you. This is a moment that makes me feel like everything is intended as it should be. I think I'll dream of rain. The dampness reminding me of driving late at night to the smell of the damp earth and wet leaves. Speaker four comments on the horrific stale coffee, speaker two stares blankly, eyes averting the morphing words on the page, and myself; I'm in the sun thinking of you. This is a moment without you. I smile to make it all seem better.
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