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Screensize: 640 x 480 800 x 600 1024 x 768 1280 x 1024 UserName: Password: Format Mode: Basic  Help  Prompt  Format: Font Andale Mono Arial Arial Black Book Antiqua Century Gothic Comic Sans MS Courier New Georgia Impact Lucida Console Script MT Bold Stencil Tahoma Times New Roman Trebuchet MS Verdana   Size 1 2 3 4 5 6   Color Black Red Yellow Pink Green Orange Purple Blue Beige Brown Teal Navy Maroon LimeGreen Message: * HTML is OFF * Forum Code is ON Smilies The Cup She was from Oregon, he was from everywhere. Somehow that glassed in porch on Geary was just big enough and just small enough for the two of them. He walked into the kitchen one morning and she was just there, like the fog. He'd forgotten his shirt and had on black sunglasses. She had on that little levi jacket with the flowers on the collar. They went to the blood bank on Mission and he bought her breakfast with his money for the whole day then they went to Golden Gate Park and he read her Richard Farina. He had to work at the bar that nite to make up for it. She remembered his kindness that first day, thru the years, especially when he started in with the whiskey and became someone she didn't know and wasn't ready for. That first day kept her in love with him long after it should've died and he did some hard work at killing it, but she could never stop feeling like they were meant to stay together... Later on, when their boy died, she kind of gave up, too, and it wasn't long before she was gone as well. He never thought he would have to go so far alone. Mornings, now, he sits at the table and drinks out of her cup. He closes his eyes and visits Golden Gate Park...