Some things aren't true until you say them...
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07.24.2001 - 2:54 p.m. Sitting at work. Hungry, because it's time to grocery shop again and I'm pretty much down to popcorn and gingerale. Thinking, two hours and twenty-six minutes left. Shift to adjust the office keys grinding on the inside of my pocket. Freeze. What if... Dig around in the pocket. Yep, keys. Paper, I think from that stick of gum in the car the other day. At least one denim fuzzball. On a last impulse I lift the keychain and feel behind it... clinking... that's not key clinking, that's... YES! I can buy SKITTLES! -stonebridge |