Pas de Deux: Adagio 2

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That first day, and most days after, they met to ride the MUNI home after work. Without planning or calling beforehand, they stepped to the curb at quarter past five in a kind of rhythm they found hard to explain. Theirs was a love that rose like yeasted dough. Water and flour and biga that became silky smooth with kneading. His fingers, feather light as a sigh, brushed her hair aside, the copper strands falling in waves against his wrist.

 She smiled, leaning closer.

He followed her between dented seats, along the sidewalk and up a dingy flight of stairs.

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