Tuesday, November 9, 2010

i was walking and it was dark. there were two in front of me. we crossed the street. it was cold. i had to walk past the court house. i didnt want to. i dont like the court house. they walked past the court house. i followed. i had to walk through the intersection. i didnt want to. i dont like the intersection. they walked through the intersection. i followed. i kept following them, farther than i had to walk, i missed my destination, they stopped. they stopped. they stopped and turned. they stopped and turned and spoke. they stopped and turned and spoke and asked. "where is bleeker street?"

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