Last night?

She had never been called a gem before,
hence the blushing; but that’s it.

He was not overly cute, and by the time
curls collected on her pillow, (her eyes
had drooped some in the cab ride home)

his crooked smile and above average hair
were misty. In the morning, they were gone.

“What am I doing with this number?”

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