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Monday, April 23

No Deerheads at the Flea Market


Went to the flea market. There was a woman there, staring at me. No, not Alice. Young enough to be my daughter. Pretty and plump.  Dark-haired. I avoided her. I’m good at that. Mr. Invisible.

But I found an old record.

Imagine it playing.



Then listen. Life can be sweet. If you let it.

Never heard of her or them before.



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2 comments:

  1. Hiro AntagonistApril 23, 2012 at 7:08 PM

    Hey Johnny, who ya votin' for? Do they even have polling places out your way?

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  2. Signed by MeApril 23, 2012 at 9:30 PM

    Sure. We go to the firehouse in East Truckaway.

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