Dearest Viera

Viera Wang sat next to me at the diner; a double take was took.

My wife wore a dress of yours, I told Wang…..lovely…just lovely.

Oh, thank you, she said; went back to The Times; coffee was stirred, cream was poured.

She left me for a Shylock; imagine that…Still, she looked beautiful in that Vera Wang Wedding gown.

The fashionista nodded politely, smiled, went back to the paper.

Your dress….that’s what did it.

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The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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