'anne + Patrick Poirier, Turin, Italy, 1989' In Artists' Gardens: From Claude Monet To Jennifer Bartlett

'anne + patrick poirier, turin, italy, 1989' in artists' gardens: from claude monet to jennifer bartlett - madison cox + erica lennard (1993)

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A split second of hesitation left her open enough for the puck to barely care that she'd grazed it with her mallet, only slightly shifting course while sliding into her goal. Jeremiah's lead increases to three, and Dola's left groaning at her misfortune.

"You really don't want me to ask you whatever you think I'm going to ask you, don't you?"

She lets out a chuckle followed by a sigh. There isn't much time, and by now she figures the lead's too big to catch up to, if she's lucky enough to even manage that.

Still, she isn't giving up. She sends the puck flying towards him with a serve loud enough that it had a few people looking towards them in surprise.

"You must really be dreading that little bit of honesty, hm?"

(RE?)connecting; @jeremiahofphilo

Wednesday night. Cool, moderately windy, with the moon mostly blocked by the clouds.

Half an hour earlier than the agreed upon time, Dolasach arrived at the arcade—a flashy building with three floors of entertainment that ranged from the classic crane game, to a newly installed interactive holographic setup ‘that brought VR into IRL.’ Rolling up the sleeves of the beige and navy cardigan that her pouty lover insisted she wear lent her, she made her way deeper inside with a goal in mind.

Recalling that Jeremiah mentioned that he couldn’t figure out some of the machines, she made it a point to take some time to scour the place for anything that either looked like something Jeremiah would know about, or seemed like the right level of complexity for it to still be fun to figure out. Or maybe they could have fun with something they could both figure out together?

It crossed her mind that this was probably way more busywork than Jeremiah could’ve ever expected from her, but after how… Awkward? Some of their last meeting went, she just wanted to try and make sure things go relatively well. Or at least, they wouldn’t have that much dead air if it did get awkward again.

She pulled out her phone and quickly sent Jeremiah a text once she was satisfied with her findings, the time hitting close to their rendezvous.

->Mr. Philo-dendron: Let me know when you’re here, will meet you at the entrance. Take your time btw! No rush :>

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