cocoa and me

cocoa did her nails. then she did mine. she told me how happy i made her dad. she was a working girl and a high class escort. kept in a fancy hotel. SF. Civic Center. i was friends with her dad. Market Street felt alive and dead simultaneously. how could it be? i wondered what life was like. maybe more than friends. i lost my job and family and forgot how to pray. life was beginning to make sense. of us. cocoa and me.

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