my friends are strangers We sat in a ring, fat legs and thin calves, flat and high heeled shoes shuffling nervously on the lino floor. A large lady from Hong Kong spoke about herself, which she appeared to enjoy and when appropriate we nodded and smiled. When she was done and after a humming pause we all spoke briefly about how happy we're now that we are sober; and I thought, am I the only one, telling lies. We drank coffee, but since a Californian lady, with muscular thighs, was chairing the meeting, we couldn't smoke… There is a deep sadness in rooms like these when people have to reassure each other, till the great boredom descends, on how happy they are now that they give booze a miss…. Am I the only one? That ain't.Birth sign: Scorpio
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