I felt the dimples on the bottle´s neck; I twist it top. Hisses, I see the rupture of bubbles, drink lemonade. I feel, hear, see, taste, Corona. Raspberry, strawerry, hazelnut, pineapple, rhubarb. Ski yougurt; always lick the encrusting of yougurt solid on the underside of its malleable, foily lid. The yougurt pot contents thin and insipid. My parents bicked. A pine table in the kitchen. Skol in the glass on the table. Henry Cooper and the smell on Brut on my father at Christmas. I met her through Soulmates. First date, we talked. She too Corona, Ski, Brut, Cortina, Curley Whirley. She said, "Come back to my flat". I said, "is that Max Factor Cherry on your lips?" "Do you want to try it, see how good it tastes?" she said. "Tastes good" I said. "How come you know about lipsticks? Some ex or other?" She said. "My first kiss was Max Factor Cherry..." I said. We two, are Corona, Ski, Brut, Cortina, Curley Whirley. And Max Factor.
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Plastic people with plastic memories
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