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What is she thinking? Is she comfortable? Should I get closer? Should I put my arm around her? Does my breath smell? Do I have enough to pay for tonight? Does she like me? Should I kiss her now or wait for later? Is she as thirsty as I am? Is she hungry? Should we go get food now? Does she hate my car? What does she do in her free time? What is she like in the morning? Does she want to go to my place? What movies does she like? Is she having a good time? Will she think of me tonight? Did she think of me last night? Am I dressed ok? Do I look as good as she does? Is she this nervous? Will we go anywhere? The nights almo

A man dressed in rags, Walking down an alley, Bathed in shadows. Rats squeaking in a fight, For there next meal. Out of the alley onto the common street. No one noticing his Careful steps, Precision, and accuracy. He slips through the doors of a pub. Bartender's half-dead, No one wants to be known. Stealthily, he moved to the back, Sitting where light can't touch him, And gazed out at the bar. At the waitress, Fighting with the drunks To get them to leave her alone. Observes the dice players, How one is cheating with his loose sleeve. Then he becomes fixated on one man. Stumbling around, Being a fool. This man known