October 5, 2007


Filed under: Litlets,Prose — crcb @ 6:05 am
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Mood: damine

Midway upon life’s journey I found myself in a dark parking lot, having lost my Toyota. A guard offered to help me look. We kept the wall to our left and followed it down, circle after circle. When I found my car, I drove a long and winding way to the top, where I met Betty. We chatted, then I came home and wrote a book about it. That’s why I’m late today.


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