PHONE CARD AND BOOTH

- my PHONE CARD

I was talking on the phone with my phone card. After that he met me. He took my phone card and threw it away, he said I didn’t need it anymore. I guess he meant because I had him, I don’t know. He was always so handsome and smiling. I liked walking with him. There was something so deep in his eyes.

- in THE PHONE BOOTH with Djamal

He was standing talking on the phone, and I was crouched down holding onto his leg. I was sick and didn’t feel like standing. I loved his legs. He had long, strong, and kind of bony legs. They were so handsome. He was talking to his cousin. The phone booth was well lit, and still is in my mind. He was taking care of me.

JANE Á PARIS

Copyright ©2008 JANE Á PARIS

PHONE CARD AND BOOTH

JaneAParis

Joined February 2008

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This is just a memory about my French boyfriend…

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