Friday, January 14, 2011

Thousand: Two Hundred Fifty-Five

think my taking a swing at you took. You’re telling me I was frozen in time here? Which is where. Out in the air. I’m not even inside the building anymore? Time didn’t stop. The time you were in went on just as it had. To the pigeons, and to me, frankly, you were a statue. Your new friend, the one who’s rubbing against your ear and cooing, poor guy has left all his friends behind in the other time. Or. Ed shrugs. Anyway. Ed takes Samuel’s hand, and, even though he is wary, doesn’t think he really has basis

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