Cav Empt


“A motley painting of everything that has ever been believed.” She leaned forward over her drink, cigarette in hand, the common signifier of interest in what the other party has to say, artfully concealing her complete disinterest. It was definitely a catchy way to say that nothing meant anything anymore, but that should have been obvious by now. Here they were, in the middle of Tokyo, eating in a diner shaped like a B-29, which is what got him started in the first place. She watched waitresses in old fashioned, brown leather bomber jackets scurry to and fro with trays. “If he gets us kicked out, I’ll put this cigarette out on his face, I swear.” If a size is not listed, it is sold out.

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