Thursday was two hells and a decapitation away. Just a female person, holding the right hand ofthe young man who sat to my right. I’ll be up in a little while. She was trying to smile.
The clown-white hadrun down his cheeks. He could move his arms, but not his hands. an hour that must never toll. These days I have a very different manner withsuch intruders on my privacy.
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