That I'll lean over to you and ask if you have to go to a store for really really tall people to buy pants.
That little room that we were cramped in together was thick with dust, and made hot by the amberic light bulb above our heads. I'm looking up into it, trying to read, and going blind. This is history.
I saw my friend in the newspaper today and smiled because newspapers make people look so happy.
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