Cow says...
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/ We were young and our happiness dazzled \
| us with its strength. But there was |
| also a terrible betrayal that lay |
| within me like a Merle Haggard song at |
| a French restaurant. [...] |
| |
| I could not tell the girl about the |
| woman of the tollway, of her milk white |
| BMW and her Jordache smile. There had |
| been a fight. I had punched her |
| boyfriend, who fought the mechanical |
| bulls. Everyone told him, "You ride the |
| bull, senor. You do not fight it." But |
| he was lean and tough like a bad |
| rib-eye and he fought the bull. And |
| then he fought me. And when we finished |
| there were no winners, just men doing |
| what men must do. [...] |
| |
| "Stop the car," the girl said. |
| |
| There was a look of terrible sadness in |
| her eyes. She knew about the woman of |
| the tollway. I knew not how. I started |
| to speak, but she raised an arm and |
| spoke with a quiet and peace I will |
| never forget. |
| |
| "I do not ask for whom's the tollway |
| belle," she said, "the tollway belle's |
| for thee." |
| |
| The next morning our youth was a |
| memory, and our happiness was a lie. |
| Life is like a bad margarita with good |
| tequila, I thought as I poured whiskey |
| onto my granola and faced a new day. |
| |
| -- Peter Applebome, International |
| Imitation Hemingway |
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