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He's sprawled on top of her but you only see it at a second glance by the shock of light brown hair peeking over his shoulder. He wears a white t-shirt, jeans, sneakers. Her legs peek out under his. He's sprawled on top of her on an enormous blue plastic recliner. It looks squishy but shiny, like a badly stuffed garbage bag on a metal frame. It is too big to quiver in the humid dusk as they squirm around on top of it, mouths glued to each other, kissing, kissing.
Behind them, the laundromat washing machines do their job, turning, turning.