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[Feb. 5th, 2010|02:59 am] |
Its polished surface struck me as a pitch-perfect mockery of life "Where are they?" I asked Wireman"Where are her chinas? Where's the Village?" "I boxed everything up and put it in the summerkitchen," he said, pointing vaguely"No real reason, I justmuchacho, would you like some green tea? Or a beer?" I asked for waterJack said he'd take a beer, if that was all rightWireman set off to get them 842 He made it as far as the hallway before starting to cryThey were big, noisy sobs, the kind you can't stifle no matter how hard you try Jack and I looked at each other, then looked away xi He was gone a lot longer than it usually takes |
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