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The Last One?

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Last One
Copyright -Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

The building was empty, abandoned.

“This must be the last one in the city we haven’t done.” She unbuttoned his coat.

“You’re joking!” He knew she wasn’t.

“You always say that, but you enjoy yourself despite all. Remember the apartment building downtown?” She pulled him into the elevator by his coat lapel.

“Very slow. Lots of bumps.” He smiled at the memory.

“And city hall?”

“Distracting music, but we got to the top.” He remembered it well.

“Twice.” She giggled.

“All that walnut veneer inspired me.”

“Going up?” Her breath was warm on his neck. She smelled of coconut.


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