Lunch at the Club
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Lunch at the Club I’d like it not to be all about what you are thinking before you arrive for lunch at the club. There are two clean Frenchmen talking mathematique, a deer stepping across the trim eighteenth, my host arguing the rota, mad as a hatter, and his partner in her short white skirt kisses me on the head. We never quite know what will stumble on us, like the next morning down on the grey beach, three girls perched on a rock while the fog is still thick start to bark like seals to something
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LunchattheClubIdlikeitnottobeallaboutwhatyouarethinkingbeforeyouarriveforlunchattheclub.TherearetwocleanFrenchmentalkingmathematique,adeersteppingacrossthetrimeighteenth,myhostarguingtherota,madasahatter,andhispartnerinhershortwhiteskirtkissesmeonthehead.Weneverquiteknowwhatwillstumbleonus,likethenextmorningdownonthegreybeach,threegirlsperchedonarockwhilethefogisstillthickstarttobarklikesealstosomething
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outacrossthewhitewater,Come,cometome!
