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Slouching comfortably in a seemingly awkward and stiff leather chair fit for a lawyers office, thoughts begin to run rampant. The room half lit by few candles accentuates the amusing, unoriginal scene and haught leather smell.Slouching comfortably in a seemingly awkward and stiff leather chair fit for a lawyers dumpster, imagination wonders. Sipping a cold gin drink, the memories pour in. Glimpses and flashes really. That fond memory of a young frustrated girl. The saddest romantic. Hopeless. The awesome presence commanded even a memory forever.Savoring the gin, water drips as condensation forms around the small glass. Staring at the glistening drops from the candles the memory turns to the dog. Name unknown, but the familiarity that the dog belongs to her sister staves off the distraction. The dog sits helpless as the girl, who so feverishly wonders life clawing in the shadows for a glimpse of light, grabbing for anything that would offer such comfort only a child knows, hands him to the care of another strange human being.She bursts through the door with dog in tow. Anger and annoyance dancing behind fire in soft eyes. Yelling and holding back tears - the dog is indeed left behind. Forgotten. Left to trust another. As the door slammed, thoughts raced and anger followed closely. Should she be sought after? Does she want it? Who is this tormented girl?Slouching comfortably in a seemingly awkward and stiff chair fit for a lawyers private office, reality slows regrettably back. Leaving a wet spot on the carpet now, the unforgiving yet always there gin is brought up for one last drink. Ice clinking back down, candles burning out - the thought comes to mind. Why did this soul cross paths with a peripatetic nobody? Slouched in the dark now, eyes heavy to sleep - the imagination is faded. Faded to dream of two lost souls walking a parallel line. Arms out- stretched, fingers only inches away from the mirror that stumbles in sadness alongside.