know why I was there, and that was fine. The water
was cold on my toes when I peddled my floating
racecar, losing a game of chicken with the last
evening ferry from Bellagio. On a cable car I met
two women who lost their luggage, and we found
a street fair and a few bottles of prosecco. I wonder
if they ever made it to Paris. I had gelato for dinner
and sat by the water until an unwanted suitor
chased me away. I would only go back with you.
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