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Sometimes words took a turn of hindsight, in retrospect, for better or worse, or whatever the heck, as Brad just stood there crossing one brow and raising the other, then reversing either, remembering other words only moments earlier after he’d already finished speaking. 

To Brad’s offer of a Slim Jim for some much needed breakfast, Eva had mentioned she preferred her meat to be real, which left her third date questioning whether tonight would finalize with some well-deserved action.

That other guy? Brad didn’t catch his name but what the hey. Just gave a big, kind, friendly smile anyway to which the man with the Mustang returned. [color=00aeef]“Nice bike.”[/color] He repeated his thoughts aloud that time.

[color=00aeef]“Aight den.”[/color] He said as he turned to Eva.[color=00aeef] “Let’s get to trekkin, I reckon!”[/color] He snapped his fingers like a man who had suddenly discovered treasure. [color=00aeef]“Trekkin’. Reckon. Might put those rhymes in my lyrics? Whaddya say we discuss it on the way as we make the magic happen and—”[/color]

The rest would be lost to any watcher or pervert as the pair walked along and disappeared from the parking lot to the trail veiled by mist and other shit. [color=00aeef]“Spider Lake Trailhead.”[/color] Brad nodded as he chewed on trail mix, offering his partner a raisin sandwiched between a pair of peanuts if she wanted it.

[color=00aeef]“Sounds ominous.”[/color] He sniffed, picking up the scent of dampness, like morning dew, only moldy, amid decaying foliage. [i]Shit. Why’d she pick this place again? Does she hate me already?[/i] He scratched an itch on his stomach.

[color=00aeef]“Ominous. Sound like a good band name? Jack thinks my violin is a perfect piece for our folk rock image.”[/color] He shrugged as he slipped an M&M between his lips. [color=00aeef]“Not that I like to define my band, that is. It’s more like ‘rock folk’ meets ‘folk rock’, Omnia meets Beethoven meets Ozzy Osbourne and— Shit.” [/color]

Brad paused their walk, snapped his fingers, frowning down at his missus in the makin’. He looked like someone had just walked over his grave and stomped on it the next second. [color=00aeef]“I forgot to bring the bacon.”[/color]

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