They leaned across the table,
fingertips touching,
heads inclined,
eyes engaged
Anyone could see how much in
love they were,
except I heard
her call him
A freaking dumbass, while
he made feeble
attempts at an
apology.
Eavesdropping certainly
has some perks
not the least of which is
entertainment value.
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Good one, Leslie. You might like this one: https://derrickjknight.com/2013/02/05/people-watching/
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Oh, a very good post! I’m such an eavesdropper. It’s a terrible habit, I know, but other people are fascinating. They are us, but they aren’t us.
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Thanks a lot
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