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“You don’t know them!?” I asked as the girl straddled the guy, her shoe nearly knocking over my customers drink. “No, they just sat here.” The girl was now dry humping her older companion as they passionlessly made out, looking more like extras on a porno rather than a couple celebrity that celebrity couldn’t contain their attraction. “Folks, can you please take that somewhere else.” The couple celebrity glanced at me distractedly, their eyes blank. They seemed to be enjoying themselves as little as we were, yet they resumed their pseudo passion. After another interminable minute of drugged-out, sloppy kisses, they finally got up to move to a bar stool where she could grind on him to her hearts content. As I watched them leave, my disconnect extended beyond my reflection. I was an anthropologist from the future, maybe even an alien observing mankind. Suddenly, I felt how temporary they were. How temporary we all were. I looked around, one by one the people in the club disappeared.
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