Marguerite Starts Over

by Nouvelle Bardot

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His music began floating across the alleyway. It wasn’t his usual, melancholic cafe music, but something deeper, something nearly possesed. The notes were rich, yet terribly harsh and were falling into my ears at a rapid rate. I was in a trance.

I had been afraid. He seems so serious, a commitment kind of guy but now I no longer wanted to keep him at a distance, or treat him so rudely. I wanted to sit down with him and have a decent conversation. Get to know who Pierre really was other than an attractive, yet eccentric musical curiosity. I lit a cigarette, and took deep, choking drags from its burning core. I wanted to rewind everything and start it over right.

He wrote this for me. Its so sad, so tragic. Its almost as if the piano itself is crying. I can’t bear it. Dripping, I grab my robe and step out of the tub.

I grabbed my guitar and ran for the door, not caring that I’m next to naked as I make my way to his flat. I was going to make amends. Even if it meant risking indecent exposure.

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Average Reader Rating: 4.5 stars out of 5

  1. Marguerite Starts Over

    Culture Shock w/ Mike Schwartz's Buddy Icon Culture Shock w/ Mike Schwartz

    Posted 7 months ago

    5.0 out of 5 stars

    rather ironic that our perpetually half naked girl goes under-appreciated by a blind man…

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    Posted 7 months ago

    4.0 out of 5 stars

    It’s a good thing this isn’t a visual medium. This chick is never fully clothed! Really too bad Pierre may not realize her state of undress when she shows up.
    LoA

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    Posted 7 months ago

    5.0 out of 5 stars

    Marguerite is turning out to have a strange personality. She’s kind of half really deep, and half extroverted, over-the-top. Maybe I’m just disoriented.

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