she's not for you, man,
she's not your type,
she's erased
she's been used
she's got all the wrong habits,
he told me in between races.
I'm going to bet the 4 horse, I told him.
well, it's only that I'd like to turn her around in mid-stream,
save her, you might say.
you can't save her, he said,
you're 33, you need kindness.
I'm going to bet the 6 horse.
you're not the one to save her.
who can save her? I asked.
I don't think the 6 has a chance, I like the 4.
she needs somebody to beat her from wall to wall, he said,
kick her ass, she'd love it. she'd stay home and wash the dishes.
the 6 horse will be in the running.
I'm no good at beating women, I said.
forget her then, he said.
it's hard to, I said.
he got up and bet the 6 and I got up and bet the 4.
the 5 horse won by 3 lengths at 15 to one.
she's got red hair
like lightening from heaven, I said.
forget her, he said.
we tore up our tickets and stared at the lake in the center of the track.
it was going to be a long afternoon for both of us.
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