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And I resumed the struggle. -Vladimir

Thursday, September 04, 2008

We Were Not Alone

Whilst traveling upstream along the Mississippi River, Seymour tells of bananafish.
We wee in Missouri when Mary Jane and Eloise had another drink.
Somewhere in Iowa, Ginnie put half a chicken sandwich in her pocket.
South Dakota was lonesome and barren, but the Comanche Club was entertained by a story.
On the Great Plains, Lionel found his comfort in a dinghy.
And approaching the Rockies, Esme helped us all regain our faculties.
That’s as far as we got.


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