Jul. 10th, 2005

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All he sees are feet.
Well, shoes and ankles, but really what are shoes and ankles if not places for feet to be? It's been a whole day and he still keeps waiting for her to walk through the door. Which is stupid. They talked about this. It's not going to happen. It was temporary. They both knew.

But temporary was never so good.

They're comforting, these feet he's watching. You can tell a lot about someone by their feet and how they use them. Are they in a hurry? What are they thinking? Do they care what other people think when they see? Is this all for the purpose of show in the first place?

She had great feet. She had great everything. Even her faults were great, because they were her faults.

Hiding under a table isn't the same as watching the world from storm drains, but it's as close as he's going to get without actually leaving the bar. Something he can't seem to find the strength to do. He tells himself that it's because his work here isn't done yet. But as he watches feet come through the front door, he knows now exactly why it is that Raph stays.

You never know when the feet you're waiting for will come walking through.

The table is a good one. The view is familiar. Now all he needs are the right feet.

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