And there the man sat, in the back of a beat up Chevy truck. The worn chair below him supported his drunken weight. And as he peered across the camp site, he saw a sight that would plague him. As the fire threw up its flickering light, she looked deeply into another mans eyes. So as the night progressed and flames grew progressively smaller, she kissed him. And it wasn't a simple kiss. The dying embers fading to black provided solace as he gave a tearful goodbye.
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