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A communal soundtrack plays off the walls that have seen too many telephone conversations end in unrest. I tap my fingers on my chest and mouth the words to the song that has no meaning other than this moment. Images upon a screen create a feeling of acceptence .. intiation. Rhythems are found, legs braided, hands are roaming, breaths are quick. This is the afternoon that should never end. Comments fly, smirks are swiped, kisses are given and lips qiped. This is the afternoon that never ended.