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Hollow-Holler
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2004-05-14 - 2:48 p.m.
I bought a music box at lunch today. It's a sad little ditty, and I held it on my shoulder like an old melancholy parrot, or maybe a forlorn gh-blaster, on my walk back to work. When I arrived it slipped from my hands and splintered in the parking lot. It is mostly OK, I can now see the mechanics of the thing. But the wood frame is a dead man to me.
This is my life.
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