Someone is out and about.

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Kicking around.  Remembering?  Thinking?  Chewing some fat?  Flirting?

Certainly saw some oldies, and in a strange mix.  Still, I... think I can work with it.  Well, and a few new?  No, not a single new.  Well to my playlist.  Not all that recent, but, certainly everything has been visited.

The first three?  Just some sort of... something.  One I recalled, due to the ones I am showing and others I am not.  Florence was them, the middle was not so much a response, as a... resounding?  Or such.

The next ones... again, two out of three, and a few others I am not showing, suggested a third.  The first to were hers.  Yes, I think so.  Troubled mind, thinking, wondering.  Girls... it's what they do.  Drama club specialists, with a twist and boobs.  Not... a bad thing.  Urhm, or things?  What.

Maybe... not who I think.  Never can be certain.

This last is... a response to my second resoudning, though too the general feel.  A laugh, retort, collusion, attack, defense?  Oh, but... it... popped on it's own, anyway.  I didn't have to go digging.  Doom, and bones, and soup, and women.

And things.  I do enjoy, if... rightly these days.  Mostly.