This makes me feel funny. I can't describe it, but it's like-... It's like...
She was a woman. By God, she was a woman. With soft velvet lips and legs that stretched so far that if you followed them you'd find yourself in Zanzibar. A woman like I'd never seen. She sat next to me at the bar, ordered a cosmopolitan. That dress. That red dress did a number on me like you wouldn't believe. I played it cool, but my heart was going a mile a minute. I take out a cigarette when she asks me if I have another one. I hand it over and take out my spare. The lighter flicked open before I even knew it was in my hand. What a woman. The bartender hands her the drink and she starts to go for her purse. I tell him to put it on my tab. She thanks me, in a breathy voice. A voice of an angel. I asked her her name, she tells me it's Trouble, with a smile and a wink. Funny, I say, that's my name too. We burned through the hours talking about nothing. We say we're just waiting for the rain to clear. I hope it never does. The band plays some mellow number. A sad one. There's an old couple slow-dancing on the floor while the janitor sweeps up around them. I ask her where she's heading, and she gets serious. Her green eyes start to fill with tears. She tells me things can't be that way, and I take the hint. It was getting late, so I put on my coat. She grabs my arm, and looks right into my eyes. What a woman. She says let's have a dance. One dance before the heartbreak. We must've danced for an hour. Didn't say a word. We just danced.
.... Where am I? How did I get here?
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