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  • Marilyn Monroe stayed in this room. She brushed her teeth in the sink and slept in the bed. Maybe she cried or made love or peeked out the window. Maybe her laugh echoed by the pool...

    If there is no past or future... there is only now... and everything is happening all at once... then we shared the space. The bathroom counter, the bed, the lamps, the drapes... We had a sleepover. We brushed each others hair in the astral. She asked my opinion on lipstick and blush. We giggled as we ran out the door to jump into the pool. We drank cocktails and smoked too many cigarettes. We whispered the names of our sweethearts into each others ears and blushed.

    She put lipstick on me; liner and all. I adored her tiny stature and coloured a mole on her cheek.

    She dreamt about baseball while I dreamt about the desert.
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